Chapter 8: Farewell to the Past–1
Chapter 8: Farewell to the Past
(Olivia’s POV)
A year ago, Emma Thompson broke up with her boyfriend. I remember her sitting across from me, her face blotchy from crying, hands trembling as she clutched a legal document.
“He’s demanding fifty thousand dollars,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “Says it was money
he transferred to me during our relationship.”
I handed her a tissue, watching as she tried to compose herself.
“That’s not how it was at all,” Emma continued, wiping her tears. “We agreed from the start
that rent, utilities, and living expenses would be split evenly. He said his monthly two
thousand dollars covered his share, and I paid two thousand of my own.”
Her shoulders shook with another wave of sobs.
“Now he insists it was a gift given with marriage intentions, so I should return it if we break
hundred dollars.”
Emma looked up at me, her eyes red and desperate.
“How shameless can he be, filing a legal complaint over this?” She choked on her tears. “My
two thousand a month came from my parents. I’m just a university student – how can I afford fifty thousand?”
She gripped my hand tightly, her fingers cold with fear.
“I can’t tell my family either. If my father knew I lived with a man during school, he’d kill him.”
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Liv, please help me… I have nowhere else to turn.”
The memory of Emma’s desperate plea still resonated with me. Back then, I was barely established myself, a fresh graduate with a meager monthly income from my new legal
practice.
But something about her situation struck a chord deep within me. Perhaps it was her vulnerability, or maybe I saw something of myself in her–someone alone in a city that could
be cruelly indifferent.
I broke the unspoken rule that lawyers don’t take clients who can’t pay. Not only did I take her
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case, but I also lent her money to cover the legal fees needed to fight the claim.
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The fee was transferred directly to the lawyer center, as is customary. I accepted the case without compensation, knowing that without help, a vulnerable young woman like Emma might do something foolish.
It wasn’t easy. The ex–boyfriend had carefully documented every transfer, presenting them as “gifts” rather than shared expenses. But I was determined.
After weeks of gathering evidence–bank statements, text messages discussing bill payments, testimonies from roommates who had witnessed their financial arrangements–l finally built a solid case.

Now, Emma’s eyes were red again as she looked at me across my desk.

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