LOGINIf you were Katherine, would you still be standing right now? Because I had to pause writing three times just to breathe. This man really said “your marriage was your shield” like that’s a normal Tuesday conversation. And then he just casually ended it with “I can’t testify.” Excuse me sir… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T?? Anyway, I’ll keep quiet before I slip and reveal something I shouldn’t. Let’s just say— Katherine’s world isn’t done shaking yet.
ALEXANDER'S POVI’d been pacing the courthouse hallway for nearly twenty minutes when the doors finally opened.For the past twenty minutes, I watched the door contemplating whether I should walk in or I should wait for her to come out and in between those waiting minutes, the only thing that managed to keep me stable was the pacing around.I straightened immediately, eyes fixed on the exit, my chest tightening with a tension I hadn’t felt in years. Courtrooms did that to people. Even when you weren’t inside them, they still found a way to squeeze the air out of your lungs.It wasn't an unfamiliar sight to me… the looming courtroom.As someone who ran a large scale business with several companies and investors, I was very familiar with the walls of the courtroom and the tension that comes with sitting in that wooden chair and waiting for a single man to decide your fate.This was Katherine's first time… or maybe her second, other than the divorce, I wasn't aware of any other thing tha
KATHERINE'S POV It took everything within me to manage to maintain a straight face despite the turmoil my head was going through as I sat on the wooden chair next to my lawyer.The courtroom was quiet… I'd expected it'll be since this was the first hearing and most reporters aren't aware of the legal battle between me and Clara but I was still taken aback by the chilling silence.I could hear the murmurs between Clara, Elizabeth and their lawyers, my tensed breathing and the shuffling of papers by Hazel and Greta.As if she could sense that I was tense, Hazel reached out and gently squeezed my hand.“Don't worry, it'll go well,” She murmured and just as she was about to say something, the screeching of the chair against the floor sounded across the room and I turned to see the court clerk standing up.“Court's in session,” The almost too round man spoke loudly just as the judge walked in, “All arise!”We all stood up immediately.The judge walked in, draped in a long flowing robe, hi
KATHERINE'S POV Hazel was already at the door by the time I got to her doorstep and just as I was about to ring the bell, she pulled it open.“Come in…come in. I saw your car,” She explained when she noticed my surprise.I walked in and smiled at how surprisingly less messy her house was, not in a bad way, but in the “I'm busy working and I don't have time to clear up” way.“Any word from Alex's lawyers yet?” I asked, slumping into her sofa and turned my eyes towards the documents on her round table.She was at the kitchen, heading back with a fresh pot of coffee and a cup when she answered,“Yes, and they mentioned something strange.”The pot hit the table and I poured myself a cup, “What did they say?”Even though I tried to hide it, it was so obvious. My hands trembled slightly as I held the cup and I swallowed the coffee, wincing as it burned down my throat.I tried to hide the growing panic moving up my stomach by taking yet another gulp of the coffee but this time around, I was
KATHERINE'S POV My body felt it before I did… the impending tension, the fear…the angst of what was to come.Whenever I was extremely tensed or simply scared, I tend to have runny stomach and a throbbing headache. The symptoms were all there… except this time, it was worse than it had ever been.The sunlight streaked into the room just as I opened my eyes and sighed heavily, feeling the weight of my past worries since last night on my chest.Tuesday.Just like that we were already about to start the court case against Clara and Elizabeth for the battle of ownership of my mom's company and though I'd spent the past few days trying to convince myself that it would go well, I couldn't help but feel like this was just the calm before the storm.Clara has been unusually quiet and Elizabeth? Well, according to Hazel, she didn't show up at the company at all for two days and that can only mean one thing.They were planning something.. something sinister and I couldn't tell if it had somethi
ALEXANDER'S POVThe soft echo of Katherine’s footsteps faded up the stairs, but the hollow ache in my chest stayed behind like a bruise that refused to heal.She didn’t look at me.Didn’t answer me.Didn’t even pause long enough for me to reach out and stop her.She just… walked away.Part of me wanted to chase after her, pull her into my arms, and force the words out of both of us until things were okay again. But another part, the part that knew how fragile she was right now, knew better.She needed space.And if space was the only thing I could give her without breaking her further… then I would give it. Even if it hurts.A small tug on my sleeve pulled me back to reality.“Daddy?”Franklin stood beside me, backpack still on, his eyes darting between the staircase and the front door where the stranger had just left.I forced myself to breathe. “Yeah, bud?”“Why was Mommy talking to that man?”I crouched a little to meet his eye level. Though I acted like I had no idea who came, I
KATHERINE’S POVThe knock came again, firmer this time, less like a request and more like a summons.My pulse stuttered.For a moment I just sat there, staring at the door, hoping it would disappear. I wasn’t ready for visitors, especially not ones who have absolutely no idea how much of a mess I was in right now.Since meeting with Alex's father, I've been in and out of a battle with myself, regretting my choice to come back and fight for what belongs to me.Especially since he refused to be a witness for me in court and prove that the will is truly original.I was still contemplating leaving the person hanging and not going out when the third knock snapped me out of my daze.“I’m coming…” I said under my breath, though I wasn’t sure I was.I pushed myself off the couch, every muscle stiff. When I opened the door, I found a man standing there, mid-fifties, a little grayer around the edges than the last time I saw him, but unmistakably familiar.David Hass.My mother’s former lawyer.







