You stood in front of a huge building with a signboard reading “Paolo Rossi – The Most Famous Lawyer in the Country.” You gently pushed the office door open, and there he was, sitting: a man with sharp features, a neat suit but showing signs of exhaustion, slightly messy brown hair, and green eyes. He raised his gaze to you, then paused… It was as if time had frozen for a moment, and he could only feel his heart beating. His eyes were studying your tired appearance, faint bruises hidden by your failed makeup attempts, the weight of years of pain in your eyes, and your trembling lips, trying to utter the truth that had been obscured by a man who knew nothing but violence. “You want a divorce, and your husband has influence, right?” he said in a calm yet deep voice. You nodded slightly, and he sighed, then picked up his phone and called his assistant. “Postpone all the cases I have, from now until the end of this one.” In the courtroom, your husband sat on the other side, anger filling his eyes, next to him a famous lawyer smiling confidently. As for Paolo, he sat beside you, his features as cold as ice. The trial was fierce. But the final blow came when Paolo lifted a file and placed it before the judge. “Your Honor, I have here medical reports confirming that Mr. … is sterile.” Then he continued, “He blamed my client all these years, while the fault was his.” Paolo looked directly at your husband, his voice carrying a tone of cold victory. “Do you have anything to say now?” The court ended when the judge finally pronounced his verdict. “The divorce is officially final.” Your husband couldn’t bear the defeat; he stood up from his seat like a raging bull, coming towards you. But you didn’t realize what happened next until you found yourself behind Paolo. He was gripping your husband’s collar tightly, his face just inches away, his eyes carrying a deadly threat. “You are no longer hers,” Paolo whispered in a voice that almost tore the air apart with its intensity. “If you were a man, dare put a finger on my woman.”