Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

The date for Matthew's trial had finally been set. During this time, Liora was in a frenzy, harboring even more intense resentment toward me. She created a public spectacle online, exposing Matthew's wrongdoings.

Public opinion was overwhelmingly against Matthew, and it seemed like his situation was getting worse.

I felt impatient and wanted to counterattack, but Atlas stopped me. Adrian was also present that day.

Atlas said to me, "Don't make any moves right now. Let her do whatever she wants. We won't suppress her. We'll just let her confidence grow."

"But she's becoming more audacious. She's saying all those things that even I'm starting to believe is true. Many people online have noticed too. If it goes on like this, won't Matthew be at a disadvantage? The public outcry is strong. If we get to the trial, can he still turn things around?" I said agitatedly.

"That's even better." Atlas said casually, "She'll be too confident."

I was puzzled. "Are we trying to make her feel like we're helpless?"

Adrian suddenly smiled. "Exactly. It's about creating that feeling. The law doesn't listen to the opinions of onlookers. It's based on evidence."

I was stunned for a moment, then immediately grasped the situation. I pointed at both of them and exclaimed, "You... You want to... make her overly confident?"

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