I Divorced My Cruel Judge

The moment I saw Benedict sitting on the high bench as the presiding judge, I knew I’d already lost the billion-dollar patent case.

Seated at the defense table was Meredith—the woman who had been his "one that got away," the ghost that had haunted our ten-year history.

Predictably, Benedict dismissed my entire claim in open court, citing "insufficient evidence."

During the recess, Meredith walked up to me, a victor’s smirk playing on her lips.

"You poor thing," she whispered. "You can’t beat me in a courtroom, and you certainly can’t beat me in a man’s heart.