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Chapter 62: Still a Loser

Autor: Sire Bliss
last update Última actualización: 2025-11-27 00:18:35

“My decision is final. If Ms. Moore wishes to pursue custody modification, she may file for a full hearing. But there will be no emergency change today. We’re adjourned.”

The gavel came down.

I sat there, stunned. Unable to process what had just happened.

We’d had evidence. Photographs. Witnesses. Medical documentation.

And it hadn’t mattered. None of it had mattered.

Adrian stood, buttoning his suit jacket. Calm. Collected. Victorious.

He leaned over to Blackwell, whispered something. Blackwell smiled.

They’d won. Again.

“I’m sorry,” Isabelle said beside me. “I truly thought—the evidence was strong—”

“It didn’t matter.” My voice sounded hollow. “His connections. His money. His lawyers. It didn’t matter what evidence we had. He was always going to win.”

“We can appeal—”

“To what end? To have another judge dismiss it? To waste more time while Ethan gets older and forgets I exist?” I stood on shaking legs. “I need air.”

I walked out of the courtroom. Clara followed. The hallway was pack
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