Chapter 1

Erin Dillion, the new intern at the law firm, was a naïve idealist who talked about love and justice every day.

When she was assigned to handle logistics, she secretly gave away everything in the break room.

I demanded she compensate the firm for the loss. She instead accused me of lacking compassion.

She said, "I felt sorry for the sanitation workers, so I gave those things to them. Miss Broderick, I didn't expect you to be such a cold-hearted person."

I requested that she be fired. My father, the director of the firm, shielded her behind him.

He said, "She's young and pure, unlike you, a worldly old hand."

Later, I took on a divorce case and advised my client to hide her daughter somewhere the husband could not find, only to have Erin turn around and give away the address.

The client's daughter was kidnapped and beaten until she was almost dead.

I was furious, but Erin retorted self-righteously, "A child without a father is pitiful. I did it for her own good."

In the end, the client was forced to leave the marriage with nothing and sign 30-million debt. Believing I betrayed her, the distraught client came to my office to make a scene.

Our soft-hearted colleagues protected Erin and helped her escape.

Meanwhile, I was stabbed to death.

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day the client first came in to consult about the divorce.

*****

"Miss Broderick, do you think there's a good chance my husband will walk away with nothing?" the client, Agatha Brewster asked.

Her voice snapped me out of my daze.

I instinctively pressed a hand to my chest, where a dull ache still lingered.

It finally hit me that I'd returned back to the past.

Steadying myself with a deep breath, I spoke gently, "Ms. Brewster, I'll help you."

Agatha covered her face and let out a couple of quiet sobs.

I looked at her, feeling both sympathy and pity for her.

In my previous life, Agatha was betrayed by her husband, who then kidnapped their daughter.

He sent her a video of their daughter being beaten. In it, the little girl, bruised and battered, cried out, "Mommy, help me!"

Agatha agreed to divorce and leave with nothing, but her husband got greedy and forced her to sign a debt note for 30 million dollars.

Cornered and desperate, she snapped and stormed into the office in a frenzy.

In the chaos, I was brutally stabbed to death by her.

She ended up getting arrested, losing everything, including her money and the daughter she treasured more than anything in the world.

This time around, I was not letting any of that happen again.

"Miss Broderick, are you at it again, persuading people to get divorced? That's downright vicious." A sugary voice cut through my thoughts.

Erin Dillion walked in, wearing a pink miniskirt that clashed with the law firm's vibe.

Seeing her, I couldn't help but feel a bit upset.

Ever since Erin started interning under me, she had been messing things up for me every day.

On her very first day, I asked her to fix the formatting of a PowerPoint. With one careless move, she wiped out the entire file.

I thought it was just a mistake, but she blinked those big, innocent eyes at me and asked, "Aren't we supposed to move clients with love?

"PowerPoint slides feel so cold and impersonal. It makes us seem heartless."

After that, I didn't trust her with any more documents, so I put her on break room duty.

The very next day, someone from admin came to complain that Erin had taken all the snacks and drinks from the break room.

She even swiped the kettle.

All in all, the total loss was close to 3 thousand dollars.

When I stormed over to confront her, Erin dropped her gaze, pressed her lips together, her voice shaky as she tried to explain.

She said, "Those sanitation workers are so unfortunate. They're working out there with nothing to eat or drink, so I gave them everything from the break room.

"Miss Broderick, why are you freaking out about this? Are you really okay with letting them go thirsty?"

I was so furious I couldn't get a word out.

But Erin thought I was trying to cover up, and she put me on blast right in front of everyone.

"I can't believe it. You act all nice on the outside, but deep down, you're so heartless," Erin said loudly.

After that fiasco, I kept Erin glued to my side, practically holding her hand for everything, like teaching her how to talk and how to act. Honestly, I did everything for her except actually wiping her ass.

Right now, once again, Erin was acting completely clueless, meddling in Agatha's business like she had all the answers.

Just like in my memories, she hurried over and sat down right next to Agatha.

With an earnest look, Erin pleaded, "I'm sure you still love your husband. Don't rush into a divorce.

"Try being a little sweeter and cuter, like me. I'm sure your husband would really like that."

Agatha lowered her hands, fixing Erin with a frosty glare.

For a woman who'd built her career only to be betrayed in marriage, love meant absolutely nothing to her now.

Every word Erin said was like stepping on Agatha's landmines.