The Lawyer Who Sold My Scars

Rhys Albrights childhood legacya documentarian who had been in professional hibernation for yearsneeded a blockbuster hit to reclaim her former glory.

So, Rhys, my boyfriend and my defense attorney, handed over the most humiliating details from my sexual assault case to Serena Sullivan, raw and unfiltered.

He didn't tell me about the documentarys premiere.

But I went anyway.

On the colossal screen, the sheer, crushing despair of my violation had been meticulously edited, reframed as a sleazy, transactional exchangeme selling my body for cash.

Meanwhile, the men who had shattered my life were somehow recast as mere youths led astray, unable to resist temptation.

When the film ended, Serena was escorted to the stage, instantly surrounded by a constellation of admirers.

She stood there, smiling down at Rhys, who was seated in the front row, and introduced him to the audience.

This is the attorney responsible for the case, the legal counsel for this documentary, and my constant source of inspirationmy muse.

The applause was deafening, a standing ovation. The host praised them, calling them a match made in professional heaven.

Across the room, I watched Rhyss face contort in alarm. In the stunned silence that followed my rising, I slowly, deliberately, raised my hand. I have a question, I said. For the muse-slash-attorney.

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The host was visibly blindsided by the interruption but professional enough to pass a microphone toward me.

Yes, maam, what is your question?

I didnt immediately take the mic. Instead, I stood my ground, staring across the sea of heads at Rhys.

His lips moved slightly, forming a silent warning I knew all too well.

Audrey, dont do this.

I gave a short, brittle laugh and accepted the microphone.

Mr. Albright, I began, my voice quiet but amplified by the speakers, filling every corner of the theater.

Id like to ask, as the legal consultant for this film, do you stand by the claim that all content is factually accurate, particularly concerning the victim, Audrey Shen?

I used my full name.

Audrey Shen.

The name he had, for a second time, personally shoved into the abyss and then nailed to a public pillar of shame.

Rhyss face went even paler.

He looked as though someone had clamped a hand around his throat, utterly speechless.

Serena, however, recovered instantly. She glided forward, gracefully taking the lead, her smile impeccable.

Thank you for your question, Miss. I can assure you that our team conducted rigorous verification of every single detail.

She paused, then looked at Rhys with an air of intimate admiration.

Mr. Albright, as the lead attorney on the case, provided us with the most authentic and authoritative material. It was only with Rhyss help that we were able to get so close to the truth, wasnt it, darling?

Rhys gave a stiff, mechanical nod.

But his eyes were locked on mine, a desperate cocktail of pleading and warning.

Is that right? I countered, a sharp laugh escaping me. I held the microphone closer.

Then why, I asked, do I know a completely different version?

Boom.

The crowd exploded.

This was more than just a question; it was a public execution.

Flashbulbs started stroking the room like a sudden, aggressive thunderstorm. Reporters, sensing the scent of blood, surged forward like sharks.

Its not a true story?

Wait, is there a cover-up? This is the headline for tomorrow!

The host, panicking, tried to regain control. Everyone, please! Quiet down! Miss, I need to ask you to

To what? Stop telling the truth? Should the truth be twisted to suit your narrative?

I moved. I started walking, step by deliberate step, toward the stage and toward Rhys.

Security tried to stop me, but the frantic reporters shoved them aside.

That winter, when I staggered out of the precinct, shaking, barely able to walk straight, Rhys had done the same. He had broken through the crowd, wrapped his heavy overcoat around me, and held my icy hands.

Dont be afraid, Im Rhys Albright, your lawyer. Ill get you justice.

His warmth had been my only light then.

Now, I was the one walking toward him.

A mere foot separated us, and I could clearly see the cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Rhys, I said, looking him dead in the eyes, asking each word like an accusation.

The film claims Audrey Shen accepted ten thousand dollars, and everything was consensual. Is that how it was recorded in the evidence you provided to Ms. Sullivan?

His Adams apple bobbed. His lips worked furiously, but no sound came out.

Speak up. I took a final, forceful step closer.

Confronted with my challenge, his face was wretched.

Serenas perfect composure finally cracked.

She stepped in front of Rhys, adopting the pose of a fierce protector. Miss, I dont know what youve heard, but the documented facts of the event are clear. Please dont cause a scene here

Get out of my way.

I cut her off, the chill in my voice unmistakable. Im speaking to my boyfriend. Who do you think you are?

Serenas expression froze solid.

Boyfriend? She turned to Rhys as if shed heard an obscene joke, her eyes demanding an explanation.

Rhys instinctively recoiled half a step, averting her gaze.

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