No More Mr. Nice Guy novel Chapter 5

But just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Emma cursed under her breath as she opened the door, revealing a middle-aged man in a sharp suit.

“Is Mr. Liam Smith here? I’m the lawyer he scheduled, Alan Thompson.”

I was overjoyed, quickly pushing Emma aside and eagerly inviting him in, “Yes, that’s me! Mr. Thompson, you’re right on time!”

Mr. Thompson glanced around the messy living room and frowned slightly.

Emma and her lover sat impatiently on the couch.

“What kind of crap lawyer are you? Coming here in the middle of the night just to talk to my dog? What’s your deal?” Emma snapped, her tone dripping with hostility.

Mr. Thompson remained calm and composed as he pulled out a document.

“Ma’am, I’m Mr. Smith’s attorney. According to the marriage contract you signed three years ago, your marriage has officially been dissolved as of midnight tonight.”

“What? That’s impossible!”

Emma’s eyes widened in shock as she snatched the document from his hands.

She skimmed through it quickly, her face turning a deep shade of red.

“I don’t agree to this! I’m not done playing with him yet! He’s not going anywhere!”

As I watched her throw a tantrum, the anger I’d suppressed for so long began to bubble up.

“Emma, enough! For three years, you’ve treated me like an animal, and I’ve had enough. From this moment on, we’re done!”

“Liam, you wouldn’t dare!”

Emma was trembling with rage as she suddenly grabbed my arm, her sharp nails digging into my skin.

“If you dare to leave, I’ll accuse you of embezzling company funds! I’ll make sure you rot in prison!”

“That’s bullshit! I’ve never stolen a dime!”

I yanked my arm free, my anger boiling over.

“You’re not going to manipulate me with your filthy threats anymore!”

“Haha, the entire company is run by my family. Who do you think they’ll side with?”

Emma sneered, her eyes glinting with madness.

“Unless you renew the contract and continue being my pet, I’ll destroy you. I’ll make sure you’re left with nothing!”

She suddenly lunged at me, slapping me hard across the face.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed through the living room.

“Bringing in a lawyer? Looks like I’ve been too soft on you! You’re itching for a beating, aren’t you?”

She screeched, grabbing the ashtray from the table, ready to throw it at me.

I instinctively dodged, and the ashtray shattered on the floor.

At that moment, the rage I’d bottled up for so long finally exploded.

“Mr. Smith, let’s go. We’ve said all we needed to say. Now it’s time to let the law handle the rest,” Mr. Thompson said, patting my shoulder.

I took a deep breath, picked up my suitcase, and without looking back, walked out of the prison that had trapped me for three long years, accompanied by my lawyer.

“Liam Smith! Don’t you dare leave! Without me, you’re nothing! You’ll regret this!”

Emma’s hysterical shouts echoed behind me.

I scoffed, leaving without a backward glance.

I thought I could finally start over after escaping Emma’s clutches.

But reality hit me hard.

Thanks to the Lynn family’s influence, every job application I submitted was rejected.

No matter how much I explained, HR managers politely but firmly turned me down.

“Mr. Smith, I’m sorry, but we don’t have any suitable positions for you at this time.”

“Your resume is impressive, but… we’ve decided to go with another candidate.”

Repeated interview failures were like cold water dousing the last flickers of hope in my heart.

Three years of captivity had left me disconnected from society.

And with Emma’s slander and the Lynn family’s pressure, it felt like the whole world had cast me out.