Five Years Up I Reveal I'm The Richest He Kneels And Begs novel Chapter 45

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Angelo Haley and Priscilla Shepard were the two biggest legends in the legal world.

He had a flawless record in handling criminal cases in Ushurg.

She was a master at winning civil cases in Radren.

In the circle, they said they were “like two ships passing in the night.”

But what they didn’t know is-

Three years ago, Priscilla “hid her identity and married Angelo.”

She chose to be his gentle wife, making soup for him, accompanying him to social events, and leaving a light on for him.

But now, she doesn’t want to pretend anymore.

Priscilla stood by the French window, her fingertips hovering on the phone screen for three seconds, finally dialed the number that had been dusty for three years.

“Prissie?” came Gaven Garrison’s shocked voice on the phone, “Am I dreaming?”

“I’m coming back,” she said softly, but it cut through the silent air like a knife after years of

silence.

“You’re kidding!” Gaven slammed the coffee cup in his hand hard on the ground, his voice trembling with excitement. “It’s great, you know how badly Angelo has been crushing our law firm these years? After you retired, he snatched twenty major criminal cases from us! We’ve been struggling under his pressure for three years, almost out of breath!”

“Over the years, countless people were lining up waiting for you to take on cases. When news of your comeback came out, the whole legal circle was shaken!”

Priscilla looked up and saw her reflection in the glass.

Her long hair hung gently on her shoulders, wearing a beige home outfit, with apron still stained with oil splashes from cooking soup tonight.

This appearance, no one would have thought was the “Queen of Law” who once pushed her opponents to the brink of collapse in court.

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“Oh, by the way, these years, has Angelo found out about your identity, he…”

“He doesn’t need to know, I had already planned to divorce him,” Priscilla interrupted him, “Next time we meet, it will only be in court.”

After hanging up the phone, Priscilla was about to turn back to her room when her phone suddenly vibrated again. It was a message from Angelo.

“I had too much to drink at a social event, so come pick me up.”

Priscilla stared at this message for a long time.

Three years have passed, he always acted like this, every time he talked to her, short and bossy,

like a boss giving orders to a subordinate.

Night banquet club, VIP private room.

Priscilla was about to push the door when she heard a burst of laughter coming from inside.

“Angelo, how many wins in a row is it this time? You’re like the Unbeaten King, is there any case in this world that you can’t solve! I’m telling you, everyone is no match for you.”

“That’s not it, there used to be a Prissie who could rival her,” someone added, “but unfortunately

she suddenly retired three years ago, disappeared without a trace.”

“Most likely got married, it’s been three years already, probably even have kids, won’t come back to work again.”

“Haha, you never know, Angelo has been married for three years. Forget about having kids, he’s always at the law firm, never even goes home. But hey, it’s been three years already. You still not

interested in Priscilla?”

“Like, do you even need to ask? Angelo can’t stand those sweet and gentle types like Priscilla, who act all motherly and stuff. I mean, if she hadn’t taken advantage of Angelo when he was drunk and climbed into bed with him, he would never have married her. Angelo is into strong, independent women who can hold their own, like Miley Garcia. It’s been so many years, but Angelo stik can’t

get over it.”

When Priscilla heard the name Miley, her eyes darkened slightly, and she pushed open the door

without hesitation.

The whole room suddenly went silent, everyone looked at each other.

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Priscilla didn’t pay attention to them either, glanced around, and saw Angelo, who was already drunk, sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, his handsome and cold face obscured by the dim light in the box.

She walked over and helped him up.

His arm was resting on her shoulder, the weight making her stumble for a moment.

The familiar scent of spruce mixed with alcohol hit her in the face, giving her a moment of

confusion.

The last time she was this close to him was on that ridiculous night three years ago.

Just as she shoved this guy into the back seat, he suddenly grabbed Priscilla’s wrist and pulled her

into his arms.

The lips felt warm and tender.

She froze.

In three years of marriage, he never kissed her except for that one accident.

He mumbled a name vaguely, “Miley…”

He mistook the person.

Priscilla’s heart ached as she stared deeply at the man in front of her, “Do you really like her that

much?”

Angelo didn’t answer, he just grabbed her by the back of her head harder and kissed her almost fiercely.

His fingertips sank into her hair, as if wanting to rub her into his bones and blood.

The scorching heat hit Priscilla’s face, with the car door closed behind her, she had no choice but to close her eyes and endure.

After the kiss, he whispered by her lips, still drunk and unclear.

“Don’t leave me.”

Priscilla slowly closed her eyes, and after a while, she took out an agreement from the file bag and

handed it to him.

“If you don’t want me to leave, then sign this agreement.”

Angelo was drunkenly looking at her, Priscilla knew he was seeing through her, but in the end, he still signed his name on the agreement.

“Angelo, as long as we get through a month of cooling–off period and get the divorce certificate, we will both be free.”

Priscilla chuckled at herself, staring at the divorce agreement she had just signed, her mind

racing.

The moonlight was softly shining in, and she suddenly remembered the scene when she first met

Angelo.

She first met him in a cross–province case.

Back then, she had just won a big lawsuit, and the defendant lost miserably. As she walked out of the courthouse, that person came rushing over and went crazy, grabbing her by the neck.

When he was suffocating in pain, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, so hard that you the bones cracking.

“Did they start a fight at the courthouse to get a longer sentence?”

The low and cold voice, like a blade, scraped across her eardrums.

Priscilla looked up and met a pair of dark eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat.

could hear

Later, she found out that the man who helped her out was actually her unknown opponent.

Since then, she started going to Ushurg for business trips frequently.

She has seen him make his opponent speechless in court, and she has seen him smoking by the

French window.

She even started going to the social club he often went to on purpose, but he never recognized her

once.

That night, she found Angelo drunk at the bar.

He gripped her wrist and hoarsely asked, “Why do you have to leave?”

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She didn’t understand the meaning of the sentence, but before she could think about it, his kiss

came down like a storm.

That night, they “hit it off” right away.

The next day, he woke up and stared at the bloodstains on the sheets, silent for a long time.

“I will take care of you, let’s get married.”

Priscilla stayed silent for a while, nodded, and then quit her job, hiding her identity as “Prissie” to

marry him.

After getting married, he was always extremely cold, rarely came home, and no longer slept in the

same room.

She thought it was just her natural personality, thinking she could warm his heart with gentleness.

One day, she found that photo in his study.

The girl in the photo was wearing a white dress, standing at the bridge, with a dazzling smile.

The words on the back hit her heart like a knife.

“If I can’t marry you, then it doesn’t matter who I marry.”

Later she found out, that was his first love, a famous pianist.

Miley.

After graduation, Miley chose to study abroad and broke

up

with him.

Over the years, he never forgot about her. That night, he got drunk because he found out Miley

had a new relationship overseas.

Three

years into their marriage, she had seen him frown at the birthday cake she made for her, seen him pour the carefully prepared dinner she made into the trash, and even seen him leave her stranded on the highway during her period, rushing to the airport to pick up Miley.

At that moment, Priscilla’s heart died completely.

She wasn’t that stupid, insisting on chasing after a man who never had her in his heart.

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Not to mention, he had already found someone special.

If that’s the case, why didn’t she just go back to being Prissie and completely make way for him and Miley?

After putting the divorce agreement in her bag, she drove back home.

After sending Angelo back to the room, she started packing her luggage overnight.

The next morning, hungover Angelo woke up and saw a pile of boxes in front of him.

He frowned and asked in a cold tone, “What are you doing?”