She rushed toward me before I even entered the courtroom, grabbing my wrist and sobbing that she couldnt live without me, that she only wanted peace between us.
Cameras circled, recording every desperate word she uttered as she pressed herself against me.
I let her hold on for a few seconds, then pulled my hand free and told her, without raising my voice, Save it. You can die if you want to.
My Wife Dragged Me to the Court of Selfishness
If found guilty, I would lose everything, face ten years in prison, and be forbidden from interfering with her pure friendship with her first love.
My wife would get all my property and could legally live with her first love.
If found not guilty, my wife would be cursed with misfortune and become the ugliest woman in the world. Her first love would be chemically castrated and have to pay me a million dollars in emotional damages.
I would receive ten million dollars as a reward and have the right to divorce her.
Before I even stepped into the Court of Justice, videos of me abusing my wife, being selfish and petty, were already circulating online.
Those so-called justice warriors on the internet doxxed me, sent me funeral wreaths, and harassed my workplace with phone calls cursing me, saying I should die, questioning why I got married, and claiming I was wasting oxygen by being alive.
Even my colleagues were affected. Some were attacked by angry mobs after work, with a few ending up in the hospital.
Under the pressure of public opinion, my boss had no choice but to fire me.
This job was something I had worked hard to get after years of studying. The effort I put in was known only to those closest to me.
All of this was orchestrated by my wife of three years, Elena.
Because in this world, married couples cannot divorce.
I arrived at the Court of Justice as scheduled. At the entrance, I ran into Elena, who was visibly startled to see me.
Elena probably didn’t expect me to show up.
After three years of marriage and two years of dating, it’s enough time to know a person. Elena was certain I wouldn’t appear. She knew I loved her and was afraid of pain, so she thought I wouldn’t come to court.
At least, in my previous life, even under intense cyberbullying and immense life pressure, I never appeared in court.
Yes, I’ve been reborn. In my previous life, I caught Elena cheating with Adrian. Adrian, without hesitation, knocked me unconscious with a hammer. As I lay in a pool of blood, weakly reaching out to Elena for help, she turned away, grabbed an axe, and chopped me into pieces, stuffing me into a suitcase. They then created the illusion that I had fled the country due to public pressure.
Elena and Adrian, the adulterous couple, moved in together, stealing everything I had. Even when my parents searched for me endlessly, they ended up dying in a car crash on a rainy night.
Only after death did I realize that Adrian, Elena’s so-called male best friend, was actually her first love. They had been secretly involved for a long time, plotting how to get rid of me.
The public opinion was just the beginning. They killed me so early only because I caught them in the act, and they couldn’t hide it anymore. My discovery had disrupted every step of their carefully laid plan.
After all, in this world, the punishment for adultery is even more severe than for murder.
In this new life, I won’t be foolish enough to trust Elena again.
“Honey, please forgive me. Don’t torment me like this anymore. Adrian is my best friend, my only family. If you promise not to hit me again and not to cut off my contact with Adrian, I’ll withdraw the lawsuit. I don’t want you to be punished,” Elena’s voice pulled me back from the painful memories of my previous death, my back covered in cold sweat.
Seeing me appear, Elena reacted quickly. Before anyone else could respond, she knelt down, playing the role of a long-term victim of domestic violence who still loved her petty and selfish husband.
In this world, a trial at the Court of Justice was the highest form of punishment, and nobody dared to come lightly. In others’ eyes, if Elena had experienced pain worse than death, she definitely wouldn’t have come to court.
My case was the first example in fifty years, naturally causing quite a stir globally. Some media outlets, eager for exclusive coverage, had been waiting outside the court with their cameras. When they saw Elena kneel, they quickly turned on their cameras and rushed over.
“Honey, even though I love you, separating me from my best friend is worse than killing me. Please stop this. Let’s go home. As long as you promise, we can go back and live a good life,” Elena continued, seeing that the fire wasn’t hot enough yet.
What a declaration of love. If this had happened in my previous life, seeing Elena cry to the point of losing her composure would have softened my heart. But I’ve crawled out of hell, and I won’t be softened again, especially not by the person who pushed me into that hell with her own hands.
I just stared coldly at Elena and said word by word, “If that’s the case, then you should just die!”
The crowd around us wasn’t just media; there were also many people who had cyberbullied me. They all pointed at me and whispered.
“My God, are there really men like this in the world? Don’t married women deserve their own social circles?”
“I heard Elena and her male best friend have known each other since childhood. If there was really something between them, why would Evan even be in the picture? I think he’s just jealous because Adrian is handsome. He’s insecure.”
“Who would date such a selfish man? He even cursed his own wife to die. Elena must have been blind to fall for such a beast. It seems we need to be more careful when choosing a partner in the future.”
Various insults echoed in my ears, deafening, but I still had no intention of backing down. I walked straight into the Court of Justice.
I sat in the Court of Justice, with Elena in the plaintiff’s seat. Her eyes were red, and she looked weak and fragile. Faced with others’ comfort, she spoke with a pained expression.
“We can’t blame Evan entirely. Maybe he just can’t understand the concept of pure friendship between men and women.”
“He was wrong to hit me, but that’s just how he is. He can’t control his emotions. I feel sorry for him too.”
Hearing these words, I almost laughed. On the surface, Elena seemed to be speaking on my behalf, but in reality, she had already confirmed my guilt.
The uninformed audience pointed at me and cursed.
“Evan, are you even human? Elena has always been so good to you, a model of a virtuous wife. How could you lay a hand on her? Have you no conscience?”
“Could it be that Evan has another woman outside? Is that why he’s trying so hard to force Elena to leave?”
This comment caused an uproar among the audience and those watching the live stream. Adultery was no small matter; if caught, one could be directly eliminated.
Elena’s lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile of triumph, but she still pretended to defend me.
“How could that be? Evan isn’t that kind of person. Don’t say such things. He still loves me. There’s even a lipstick in the car that he bought for me, although it’s been used. He was probably tricked by the sales assistant.”
This bombshell revelation directly confirmed the suspicion of my infidelity.
The comments flooded in:
[Silly sister, it’s not the sales assistant who tricked him, you’re the one being tricked!]
[What a good wife, still defending that scumbag even now. Evan should just die, he doesn’t deserve to be human!]
Seeing the dense text, I let out a cold laugh, but I didn’t bother to respond. I didn’t need to prove anything to these fools who jumped to conclusions without knowing the whole story.
“Your Honor, we can begin,” I said, looking at the stern judge.
Someone mocked me, “He’s even eager to start. These days, it seems the more brazen you are, the more you can get away with.”
The judge tapped his gavel to silence the court and began the trial.
“The plaintiff needs to submit evidence to prove the defendant’s crimes. Once the trial begins, no one can withdraw. Anyone who withdraws will be immediately eliminated.”
I saw a flash of panic cross Elena’s face, but she still stood up to start presenting evidence.
The first piece was accusing me of domestic violence.
The big screen lit up. I glanced at the viewer count, which had reached 80 million. Obviously, this number made me a bit nervous. After all, if public opinion was overwhelmingly against me, it wouldn’t be good for my case.
The big screen showed a scene from our home. Elena had just come out of the shower, and I was sitting on the bed with a dark expression. Elena approached me gently, as usual.
“Honey, the water temperature is just right now, and the bathroom isn’t cold. Why don’t you go take a shower?”
But I didn’t respond to Elena at all. Instead, I threw my phone on the ground with a loud crash, causing Elena to scream. She was only wrapped in a towel and crouched on the ground, covering her head with her hands.
“Bitch! Haven’t I been good to you? Why would you do this?” I shouted as I approached her, punching the wall next to her ear. Instantly, blood seeped from my knuckles.
Elena didn’t say anything, just kept crying.
My emotions spiraled out of control, and I slapped Elena across the face.
“A woman like you doesn’t deserve to be by my side. Get out!”
Elena looked at me with a hurt expression, her eyes brimming with tears. After my outburst, she ran out the door without even changing her clothes.
The video ended with Elena shivering in the cold wind, crouching on the ground helplessly, mumbling, “Why don’t you believe me? I’m so scared. Honey, can you please take me home?”
The screen froze on this image, and the comments exploded.
[How can there be such men in this world? Do married women not deserve to have their own social circles?]
[Even if Elena did something wrong, you can’t hit a woman, can you? Evan is truly a disgrace to men.]
[Didn’t you notice that Elena showered first so that it wouldn’t be cold when Evan went in? How could Evan bear to let such a considerate and gentle wife go out in just a towel in the middle of winter? Forget about safety, it’s freezing out there, she could literally die in those temperatures.]
[Although Evan was wrong to hit her, what if Elena really did something terrible that made Evan lose control?]
The comments were overwhelmingly against me, with only occasional rational voices trying to defend me, which were quickly drowned out by the vitriol.
The judge tapped his gavel.
“For the first charge of domestic violence, the defendant Evan is found not guilty.”
The moment the verdict was announced, there was a brief silence in the comments, followed by a flood of text.
[Domestic violence was clearly proven, how can he be found not guilty? There must be some behind-the-scenes manipulation!]
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