As I grew older, something inside me shifted. Slowly, I became self-obsessed. I didn't care about anyone else. Only myself.
Sometimes, I'd stand in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection, whispering praises to my own face. I was handsome, successful, and I knew it. I kept my body fit, sharp, because I wanted to stay that way.
Now, I'm one of the most well-known divorce lawyers in the city. Clients trust me. Opponents fear me. Losing a case? That's not in my dictionary.
But if you ask me who truly belongs in my world—there's only one person.
Marcus.
Ever since that night of the accident, I drowned myself in books. My parents stopped interfering in my life, and honestly, I liked it that way. That accident didn't just scar me—it transformed me.
Because that's when my strange ability appeared.
I could tell, without a shred of evidence, whether a couple was happy or broken.
I could sense abuse—whether physical or emotional.
It was like a voice inside me, but sharper, stronger… like a scent no one else could smell.
That was when I decided—I would become a lawyer. Not by leaning on my father's power or influence. No. I carved my own path. Every degree, every case, every win—mine alone.
Now, I have my own house, my own car, my own name. In the last ten years, I've fought countless divorce battles—and I've won them all.
And through it all, Marcus never left my side.
He once told me back in school, "Whatever profession you choose, I'll choose something that lets me stand beside you. You'll never be alone, I promise."
He kept that promise.
While I became a lawyer, Marcus became a renowned Detective Sergeant. And like me, he avoided love, relationships, attachments. He said he didn't need them. He already had me, and I already had him.
No matter how busy our jobs keep us, we always find time to meet, to share, to fight side by side. Sometimes he even brings me into his investigations—because only he knows the truth.
Only Marcus knows about my strange gift.
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