I Helped An Elderly Man On The Bus—He Turned Out To Be A Renowned Law Professor—and My Arrogant Husband Actually Knelt Down In Shock When He Recognized Him!

That wasn’t her case number, but the voice reminded her that her hearing time was drawing closer. She glanced at the wall clock; it was almost 9:00 a.m.

Gabe should have arrived by now. Suddenly, from the direction of the main entrance, came the sound of dress shoes clicking sharply on the floor—steps full of confidence and arrogance.

Stella knew that sound all too well. Her body instantly tensed.

“He’s here,”

Stella whispered softly. Her face turned pale.

Mr. Kesler also turned to where Stella was looking. There, striding in, was a handsome but arrogant young man dressed in a well-pressed designer suit, a crisp white shirt, and a silk tie.

Behind him walked another man carrying a thick briefcase of documents—apparently his lawyer. Gabe arrived with the air of a king.

He didn’t look left or right. His gaze was fixed straight ahead as if everyone in the room should move aside for him.

The aura of arrogance was thick, emanating from him. Mr. Kesler narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Gabe’s approaching figure.

His old hand gripped the head of his wooden cane tighter, not out of fear, but to contain his anger at the attitude of this young man who thought he was so powerful.

“So that’s the guy,”

Mr. Kesler thought.

“Let’s see how high he can fly before his wings get clipped.”

Stella lowered her head, trying to hide her face, but it was too late. Gabe had already spotted her.

A mocking smile appeared on Gabe’s lips as he saw his wife sitting in the corner of the waiting area. Gabe changed direction, walking towards Stella with a disdainful look, ready to launch his first verbal assault to crush Stella’s morale before the hearing even began.

Gabe didn’t notice at all the presence of the scruffy-looking old man sitting silently like a statue beside Stella, observing his every move like an eagle eyeing its prey.

The Awakening of a Living Legend

The sun was getting higher, but the temperature in the courthouse lobby felt icy to Stella. Gabe stood right in front of her, his posture exuding an arrogance that seemed to fill the room.

The scent of Gabe’s expensive cologne, which irritated the nose, now made Stella’s stomach turn, reminding her of the stranger standing before her—no longer the husband she once knew. Standing beside Gabe was another equally dapper man.

He clutched a leather briefcase with a smug look, occasionally adjusting his expensive glasses while glancing at Stella with contempt.

“Well, well,”

Gabe began, his tone sarcastic and sharp. His voice was deliberately loud, causing people nearby to turn and look.

“You finally showed up. I thought you’d be crying in the bathroom all day, too scared to face me.”

Stella took a deep breath, trying to straighten her back, which felt frail. She remembered Mr. Kesler’s words from earlier: don’t look weak.

“I came because it’s a legal obligation, Gabe. I’m respecting the court summons,”

Stella replied softly but clearly. Gabe snorted. A short, painful laugh escaped his lips.

“Respecting the law? Oh, listen to you. Get a grip, Stella. Look at your wrinkled, disheveled appearance.”

“How did you even get here? Did you take a CTA bus, or maybe you walked to get some pity points? You smell like road dust.”

Stella’s face flushed. The shame spread to her ears.

Gabe knew her weak spots all too well.

“I took the bus, Gabe,”

Stella answered honestly.

“The bus?”

Gabe repeated the word with disgust, as if Stella had just confessed to eating garbage. He turned to the man beside him.

“Did you hear that, Leo? The wife of a senior associate at a prestigious law firm rides the city bus. How embarrassing.”

“Good thing that status is about to end. I can’t imagine if my VIP clients knew my wife squeezed in with the lower class, sweating all over them.”

The man named Leo nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips.

“She’s in a different league, Gabe. Your decision is the right one. A woman like this would only be a stain on our firm’s top-tier image.”

Stella’s blood boiled with rage. They were talking about her as if she were an inanimate object without ears or feelings.

Being humiliated in public by her own husband and a stranger was truly painful.

“Let me introduce you, Stella. This is Leo,”

Gabe said, gesturing to his colleague with his thumb, showing no respect for Stella.

“He’s my colleague, a top law school graduate, and he’ll be the attorney making sure you walk out of this hearing with nothing but the old clothes on your back.”

“So my advice is, instead of being embarrassed in there by Leo’s legal arguments that your small-town brain won’t understand, you should just give up now.”

Gabe snapped his fingers sharply. Leo pulled a thick blue folder from his briefcase and shoved it roughly into Stella’s chest, forcing her to take it.

“Sign this now,”

Gabe ordered coldly. His eyes were hard, full of intimidation.

“This is a statement waiving all claims to marital assets. The house, the car, the land—it’s all in my name because I made the payments. You were just freeloading.”

“Sign it, and I’ll give you $5,000 as charity. Enough for you to go back to your hometown and open a food stall.”

Stella looked at the blue folder in her hands, which were trembling with rage. Five thousand dollars.

Gabe valued her devotion, her sweat, and her loyalty for five years supporting him from nothing at a mere five thousand dollars. Meanwhile, the house they lived in, the down payment had come from Stella’s savings from sewing day and night before Gabe became successful.

“I’m not signing it, Gabe,”

Stella refused. Her voice trembled as she held back tears.

“We bought that house together. The down payment was my money. I have a right to that house.”

Gabe’s face turned red with anger. The veins in his neck bulged.

He hadn’t expected the usually quiet and obedient Stella to dare contradict him in front of his colleague.

“You wretched woman!”

Gabe hissed, taking a step closer until his face was just inches from Stella’s, trying to physically intimidate her.

“You want to play rough? You think that little bit of money you had back then means anything? I paid for the rest! You’re just a parasite, a leech!”

Gabe’s harsh words hung in the air. His furious eyes were suddenly distracted by the figure of an old man sitting quietly on the bench next to where Stella stood.