Chapter 1

After I was assaulted, I reported it to the police immediately.

But on the day of the trial, the one defending the accused was my lawyer husband, Ethan Price.

As soon as court was in session, he directly played the video of my assault.

Then he spoke, calm and measured:

"Ms. Hart, on the night of the incident, did you deliberately wear no underwear and put on a deep V-neck red dress with a thigh-high slit to seduce my client?"

"Did you knowingly drink ten glasses of hard liquor despite being aware of your low alcohol tolerance?"

"Is it true that your inability to conceive due to your chaotic private life has caused you psychological distortion, leading you to try to destroy an innocent 18-year-old college student through false accusations?"

Every eye in the courtroom stabbed at me like needles.

In the gallery, Ethan's first love, Lily Smith, cried pitifully, as if she were the victim.

"Clara, Jason is my brother! I know you're jealous of me, but you can't strip naked to seduce him just to get revenge on me, then accuse him of rape!"

Ethan gently pressed her trembling shoulder.

I sat in the witness stand, hands and feet ice cold.

Seven years ago, when I was sexually harassed, Ethan defended me in court:

"Should a woman be assaulted just because she drinks, wears a dress, or is alone?"

Back then, he was righteously indignant.

But now, every word he spoke was a knife stabbing into me.