I Divorced The Lawyer Who Killed My Father

My fiancé Preston was the top attorney in the country. When my father was dying, I got on my knees and begged him to take the case. He agreed — then ditched us the night before trial because his precious "junior" Sophie whispered about his "principles." My dad lost the case. My dad died. And Preston? He broke every rule to win her case instead. So I recorded her confession, tricked him into signing divorce papers, and boarded a flight to New York. Three years later, he's a broke DoorDash driver kneeling in the rain — begging me to save him. Sorry, Counselor. That's my line now.