Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 135: Nothing Left

Lawyer Hale’s every word of accusation pricked the hearts of the jury and the judge!

This business tycoon, who portrayed himself as "devoted," actually used imperial tactics, scheming, and manipulation on his wife!

At this moment, the atmosphere in the courtroom suddenly dropped.

Everyone’s attention turned to the source of the low pressure.

Ian Kane gripped the railing tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

His face was grim, his dark eyes burning with anger, glaring fiercely at Lawyer Hale.

"Watch your words!" Ian Kane’s tone was cold, "A plaything?" He sneered, raising a finger towards the witness stand, "Someone like her, that’s what she is!"

Nina trembled, her face pale, her lower lip bitten tightly.

"As for Vera Sheridan..." Ian Kane’s gaze suddenly locked on the indifferent figure in the plaintiff’s seat, his Adam’s apple rolling, with undeniable certainty:

"She is the only wife I have ever recognized in my life!" His chest heaved as each word fell heavily, "I regard her as more important than my life! How could she be a plaything?!"

Lawyer Hale was momentarily choked.

Ian Kane’s expression showed no signs of acting, as if he truly believed this!

The courtroom fell into silence.

Ian Kane stared at Vera Sheridan, fragments of light flashing in his eyes.

"Vera, from the first time you doubted me, I panicked. You hate betrayal the most, I know."

He took a deep breath, "So I used every means to cover it up, I let everyone play along, to make you believe—it was your problem, not me cheating."

"I wanted you to sincerely believe that you, Vera Sheridan, have a perfect, devoted husband, living a life everyone envies, and full of luxury."

Vera Sheridan remained indifferent, spinning a pen with her fingertips, her gaze cast into the void, as if he were air.

Her indifference pierced Ian Kane’s heart, "I thought, this was also love and protection for you!"

"Mr. Kane!" Lawyer Hale interrupted sharply, with a sarcastic tone, "Put away your twisted logic! This isn’t love, it’s deception! It’s treating Vera like a fool!"

"Your Honor! Mr. Ian Kane is still making excuses! Just a month ago, to make Ms. Vera Sheridan completely doubt herself and give up work, he instructed his cousin to impersonate him and get close to Nina, deliberately letting Vera ’witness’ the infidelity!"

"When Vera’s mind broke down and she publicly lashed out at him, he then stepped forward to deny it, accusing her of overloving him, which led to paranoia, and mental instability!"

"This maneuver directly led countless netizens to mistakenly think that Ms. Vera Sheridan is a mentally unstable madwoman!"

"Therefore, I request the court to order Mr. Ian Kane to:

1. Issue a public statement, openly admitting to the infidelity!

2. Clearly clarify: Ms. Vera Sheridan’s suspicions are based on facts, not mental issues! The stigmatization must stop immediately, and restore my client’s innocence!"

Lawyer Hale pressed step by step, the demands clear and sharp.

Not only aiming to hold Ian Kane accountable for alleged crimes, but also to pull him down from the carefully crafted pedestal of "devotion," forcing him to publicly admit to infidelity, leading to his downfall!

This precise and ruthless pace of accusation was personally finalized by Noah Grant during the pre-trial meeting two days ago.

It is also the most thorough justice Vera Sheridan insists on retrieving.

"Vera!" Jean Crowe suddenly stood up from the audience, her sharp voice piercing through the courtroom’s solemnity.

She pointed a trembling finger at Vera, clutching her chest tightly with the other hand, screaming hysterically:

"How cruel you are! Not only do you want to send my son to prison, but you also want him to be utterly disgraced?! After being a couple, do you have to go to all lengths to wipe him out and trample him into the mud to be satisfied?!"

Vera Sheridan remained indifferent, not looking back at her even once.

"Ian, look, this is the wife you regard as important as your short-lived father!"

Jean Crowe’s words were like a venomous needle, piercing deeply into Ian Kane’s most secret old wound.

The violent pain in his heart almost made it impossible for him to breathe.

He subconsciously gripped the pen that had been carefully wrapped with transparent tape after it broke.

The screen still replayed her painful expression during psychological therapy.

"Mom!" Ian Kane’s eyes turned red, and the low roar from his throat instantly overwhelmed all the noise in the courtroom.

He abruptly lifted his head, staring at his mother in the audience, his hand holding the pen trembling violently.

"Not the same!" His voice was hoarse, "She is not the same as him... not the same!"

This roar almost exhausted all his strength.

The courtroom fell into a dead silence.

Everyone looked at the mother and son in confrontation with surprise and puzzlement.

Jean Crowe’s face froze in anger, turning into a blank shock and disbelief.

Ian Kane took a sharp breath, his gaze like a wounded trapped animal, once again directed at Vera Sheridan’s ice sculpture-like indifferent profile, his molars gritting hard, almost shattering.

His father... never remembered his birthday.

Never gave him a decent gift, never uttered a word of encouragement.

Even when he was kidnapped, narrowly escaping death to call him, he was accused of lying for favor.

Vera... was different.

She genuinely loved him once.

She hurt her precious foot for him.

Her warmth, he genuinely possessed once.

Ian Kane closed his eyes, two droplets of wetness seeping from the corners, he lifted his hand, heavily patting Attorney Rivers’ shoulder beside him, his gray eyes full of unmistakable determination.

Attorney Rivers sighed softly and stood up.

"Honorable presiding judge and members of the jury, based on the explicit instructions of our client, Mr. Ian Kane, we waive all defenses in this case."

He took a deep breath and solemnly read out:

"Mr. Ian Kane hereby fully admits."

"First, during the marriage, I engaged in physical infidelity, betraying my wife, Ms. Vera Sheridan, and gravely disappointing and hurting her emotions and trust;"

"Second, I indeed deliberately bribed medical experts to maliciously delay Ms. Vera Sheridan’s treatment for her leg injury. I have confessed this criminal act to the police without reservation;"

"Third, I pledge to immediately issue a public statement in my name after the court session, acknowledging the aforementioned infidelity and bearing all consequent responsibilities."

Attorney Rivers paused for a moment.

"Mr. Ian Kane states that he accepts all judgments of the law and earnestly requests the court to impose a heavier penalty to serve as a warning to others."

Attorney Rivers glanced at the plaintiff’s seat and continued:

"Furthermore, regarding the division of marital assets, Mr. Ian Kane clearly declares:"

"He voluntarily relinquishes all claims to the distribution of his portions of the marital property. All his personal assets, including but not limited to cash, stocks, real estate, company shares, etc., except for what is explicitly defined by law as premarital personal property, he unconditionally forfeits ownership of, to be fully disposed of by Ms. Vera Sheridan."

"Moreover, he promises to unconditionally cooperate with Ms. Vera Sheridan in completing all legal procedures for transferring and handling the relevant properties after the judgment comes into effect."

"Any joint debts incurred during the marriage will be solely borne by Mr. Ian Kane."

Attorney Rivers finally bowed slightly to the bench:

"The above comprises all the positions and commitments of our client, Mr. Ian Kane, regarding this case. He requests the court to make a ruling according to the law and to respect Ms. Vera Sheridan’s every legitimate request."

Lawyer Hale smiled slightly and gently patted Vera’s arm.

Vera smiled faintly but said nothing.

Meanwhile, Jean Crowe felt her head buzz as if struck by a heavy hammer.

The blood drained from her face instantly, her lips quivered, and her eyes were fixed on the resolute and desolate figure at the defendant’s seat.

"Ian Kane! Are you crazy?!"

She suddenly stood up from the audience, leaning forward as if she would leap over the rail.

"What nonsense are you spouting! That’s yours! It’s all yours! You fought so hard for it! How can you... give it all to her?" She pointed at Vera, her fingertip trembling with intense hatred in her eyes, "Is she worthy? She’s just a—"

The subsequent vicious curses were harshly interrupted by the judge’s scolding and the bailiff’s restraining actions.

Jean Crowe stared fixedly at Ian Kane, tears streaming down.

"Ian Kane! Look at me!"

"The money is gone! The reputation is gone! And you have to go to prison!"

"Do you have any idea the effort I’ve put in for all these years?"

"How am I supposed to hold my head up in The Kane Family now?"

"The son I was so proud of has become a criminal!"

Jean Crowe’s blood-curdling questions echoed through the solemn courtroom.

Ian Kane remained unmoved, like a cold stone statue, motionless.

Beneath the expensive suit, there was only an empty void.

He lowered his gaze, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.

The courtroom was silent as the presiding judge forcefully pounded the gavel.

"Thud!"

A dull sound marked the end of this ferocious divorce trial, and sealed the final nail in this twisted marriage filled with lies, manipulation, and betrayal.

Everything is settled.

A fine rain wove a mesh, and the air outside the courtroom was hot and damp.

Ian Kane was silently escorted onto a police car, his figure disappearing behind the iron gate.

Vera, supported by Maeve Holloway, walked directly towards the waiting car.

Owen Sheridan leaned against a column, lighting a cigarette, inhaling deeply, his gaze heavy as he watched in the direction of the police car.

Nina stood not far away, coldly watching Vera’s retreating figure.

Elias Crowe and Attorney Rivers came out, seeing her, and walked over, raising an eyebrow, "Nina, you’re really fearless!"

Nina abruptly turned her head, "Afraid?" She sneered, "I even smashed the Sullivan Family’s ancestral hall! Do those damned photos think they can control me forever? Damn them!"

A few days ago, her paralyzed father finally took his last breath.

She knelt before the shrine, crying heartbreakingly.

Her younger brother was so weak he couldn’t even stand, and with red eyes, she said to the clan elders, "I’ll do it, I’ll see our father off on behalf of my brother."

"A woman carrying the coffin? It’s unlucky!" Third Uncle’s cane thumped heavily, scolding harshly, "You’ll offend the ancestors and ruin the feng shui! Do you want the whole Sullivan Family to suffer bad luck? Get lost!"

The other clan members chimed in, their eyes indifferent, as if looking at an unclean thing.

At that moment, what she had sought since childhood, "bringing glory to the family name," what Ian Kane had used to manipulate her, "building roads," "entering the ancestral hall"... the recognition she had tolerated humiliation for and even taken pride in, collapsed entirely!

The clan members she had emptied her savings to support, even stripped her of the right to send her own father off on his final journey!

Nina put on a mask, opened an umbrella, and her graceful figure disappeared into the curtain of rain...

Leaving Elias Crowe, watching the direction of the police car’s disappearance, silently sighing: a person accustomed to controlling everything, once losing that sense of control, can only self-destruct...