There was no cheating, no third party, but endless quarrels.
Her parents divorced on her tenth birthday.
The years seemed peaceful until the old iron box was opened.
The dusty diary records a night thirty years ago——
A crime that was never reported.
When my mother was twenty-one years old, she was assaulted by her trusted "brother."
Shame, fear, and so-called "chastity" made her choose silence.
Silence turned into marriage; marriage turned into shackles.
She thought time would bury everything.
Little did he know, that page had never been turned.
——
"Mom, that's not your fault."
"That's a crime."
In her first criminal case after becoming a lawyer, she prosecuted the original crime thirty years ago on behalf of her mother.
There is no physical evidence, no records, only scattered diaries, belated testimonies, and a truth that has been buried for thirty years.
But the other party is still decent and cool in this world.
This is no ordinary lawsuit.
This is a statement thirty years overdue.
When the silence is torn apart, when the past is re-examined——
What they have to face is not only the law, but also memory, shame, and each other.
Some justice will be late.
But someone is going to let it come after all.
It's better to be late than never.
If it were you, would you sue for the truth from thirty years ago?
