Josh closed his laptop after finishing the last of his reports. The apartment was quiet that night; Ivy had fallen asleep on the sofa, her head resting softly against the cushion, a blanket draped over her. A faint smile tugged at Josh’s lips as he took in the peaceful sight of her, finally at rest
***Clara slammed the door to her office shut, nearly ripping the handle off in her fury. Her heels struck the marble floor in sharp, angry beats, her face blotched with rage. Rico was already waiting inside, stiff and silent, his head bowed.“Did you see that?!” Clara shrieked, pointing straight at
The courtroom was packed that day, the air was heavier than usual. Kim Ivy sat in the witness chair, her fingers twisted tightly together. From the gallery, Josh’s gaze locked on her—steady, unwavering—as if he could silently his strength into her.The judge called the session to order, then granted
Josh sprawled across the apartment sofa, his tie already discarded, the sleeves of his shirt rolled to his elbows. He looked exhausted, but the moment Ivy stepped out of the kitchen with a steaming cup of tea, a faint smile tugged at his lips.“For you.” She set the cup on the table. “You look like
“So,” Clara’s tone was razor-sharp, “you’re certain we can turn the tables in the next hearing?”One of the senior attorneys, a gray-haired man with thin glasses, consulted his notes. “Mrs. Jung, during the first session, the judge appeared to give some leeway to the opposing side. Ivy drew sympathy
Clara sat with her legs crossed, eyes sharp as blades as she stared at the two people standing before her. Viona kept her head down, while Rico looked pale, almost sickly. The office was suffocatingly quiet that night, broken only by the ticking of the wall clock.“So,” Clara’s voice cut through the