My Husband's Pupil Took the Case

The day my stepson was bullied into permanent disability, I called my star lawyer husband.
He vowed revenge.
But at his firm, I found the case assigned to his intern Molly. He was coaching her for the bar exam while she accidentally deleted the key security footage.
He sighed, You can't be so careless, then told me: "Not enough evidence. We can’t win."
I argued, but he cut me off: "I’m the lawyer! And you spoiled him—that’s why he was targeted!"
He then took Molly out for "fresh air."
Soon, she posted online: "So lucky to have someone who always has my back."
I laughed bitterly. Did he think the victim wasn’t my biological son?
My phone vibrated, an unfamiliar number. I answered.
“Are you Nathan Holden’s guardian?”
“Yes, I am.”
“To save the boy’s life, we had to perform an amputation.”
The doctor’s voice was a cold, clinical blade over the phone. “Additionally, due to severe nerve damage, he will likely have permanent incontinence.”
I hung up, my fingertips ice cold.
My assistant, Cathy, watched me with worried eyes.
“Ms. Wolf, should I… try to find another lawyer for you?” she asked tentatively, afraid to touch a raw nerve. “There’s a specialist in school bullying cases, I hear he’s one of the best in the city…”
“Suing the bullies can wait.”
My voice was calm, without a ripple of emotion.
“First, contact the legal department. I need them to draft a divorce agreement.”
Cathy’s eyes widened for a second, then she gave a firm, determined nod.
We drove towards the school.
My phone screen lit up. It was Molly.
A video popped up. In it, my husband, Grant, was with her in a store overflowing with stuffed animals—a saccharine pink place designed for little girls. He gently placed a fluffy pair of bunny ears on her head. She, in turn, stood on her toes to fit a comical brown bear headband onto his. They flirted without a care in the world, laughing like two fools in the throes of first love.
When I didn’t reply, Molly sent another message.
“Has Mrs. Holden ever seen this side of the professor?”
It was followed by a playful, tongue-out emoji.
I felt nothing. It was laughable.
I was genuinely curious.
When Grant found out that the only son he had with his deceased, sainted first wife had been amputated and turned into a disabled boy who couldn’t even control his own body…
Would he still be able to smile then?
The moment I stepped into the principal’s office, the greasy-faced man rushed to hand me a settlement agreement.
“Mrs. Holden, about this matter… the other family is, well, quite influential. Their father made time in his very busy schedule to come discuss it…” His words were laden with implication.
“And, between us, your husband has already unofficially agreed to a settlement.”
He paused, his voice turning paternal. “Boys will be boys, you know. A little roughhousing is inevitable. It’s best to keep the peace, let sleeping dogs lie.”
I glanced at the document without even bothering to touch it.
“In that case, could you please contact his father to come and sign it?” I lowered my gaze, injecting just the right amount of helplessness and sorrow into my voice. “As a stepmother, it’s not really my place…”
The principal’s expression froze.
I didn’t give him a chance to persuade me further, instead moving on to my next request.
“Oh, and since this is being settled privately, it would be… awkward for my younger son, the first-grader, to continue attending here. Perhaps you could help expedite a transfer?”
This was exactly what the principal wanted to hear. Within the hour, all the paperwork was done. Just as the final bell rang, I was standing outside the first-grade building. I watched my son, Leo, come flying towards me.
“Mommy!”
I opened my arms and caught him in a steady embrace.
Leo snuggled into my arms, then looked up. “Where’s Daddy?”
The smile on my face faded.
He understood instantly, muttering under his breath, “Oh. He’s with his student again, isn’t he.”
The casual acceptance in his voice was a needle to my heart. I stroked his hair, my resolve to leave Grant hardening into steel.
In the car, I didn’t start the engine right away. I opened an app on my phone and, with practiced ease, scheduled the earliest available divorce appointment at City Hall for the day after tomorrow.
[Divorce filing submitted. Please arrive with all relevant documents by 9:00 AM on the scheduled date.]
I took a screenshot and sent it directly to Grant.
[Are you free at nine, the day after tomorrow?]

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When I got home with Leo, the message still just said [Read].
I stared at the two words for a long moment before dialing his number.
It rang for a long time before he picked up. “You can handle the situation with Leo yourself. I’m busy.”
I blinked, realizing he hadn’t even bothered to look at the picture. “It’s not about Leo. I want to talk to you about—”
“Then I’m even busier!” he snapped. “Are you holding a grudge about today? Is that why you’re trying to drag me away on the day of Molly’s first court appearance?”
His voice dripped with contempt. “Linnea, with a mother as paranoid and jealous as you, it’s no wonder the kid gets bullied! Honestly, he deserved it!”
His words hung in the air. I started to laugh, a cold, sharp sound, and nodded.
“You’re right. He absolutely deserved it.”
Then I hung up.
My son, who was sipping from a cup, saw the look on my face and watched me with wide, worried eyes.

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