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The Meeting

Penulis: Tummy
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Selene’s POV

As soon as Matthew slammed the door, the sound echoed in my ears like a thunderclap. I froze.

And for a second, I just stood there, staring at the space he had stormed out of, my chest rising and falling like I had just run a marathon.

Then, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

A shaky one that was heavy and loud almost like a sob but not quite.

My knees felt weak as I immediately reached for the table to steady myself, fingers gripping the edge like my life depended on it.

My whole body was trembling not because I was scared of him, no.

It was just… I’d never been able to take his anger not when it was aimed at me.

He didn’t even have to yell for long.

Just one sharp tone from him, and I’d always fold either go quiet or completely fall apart. But this time? This time I stood my ground.

Why did I even say that?

Still holding onto the table for balance, I staggered toward the other side and slumped into my chair.

I leaned back and closed my
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  • No Longer A Fool For You    66

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  • No Longer A Fool For You    65

    The courtroom was packed. Pale grey walls and mahogany chairs made the space feel both formal and cold. At the far end sat the judge, a stern woman in her late fifties, her glasses perched halfway down her nose as she shuffled papers and studied the case file before her. The placard on the bench read: Hon. Justice Beatrice Andoh. And her robe was neatly pressed, and her expression unreadable. Alessa Cole stood on one side of the courtroom, poised but visibly tense. Her lawyer sat beside her, whispering last-minute suggestions. Across from her was Ethan Cole, tailored in a charcoal suit, his expression unreadable but his eyes flickering between Alessa and the judge. Behind them sat Milo, nestled beside a court social worker, glancing nervously at both parents. Judge Beatrice banged her gavel once. "Court is now in session. Case 4872. The petition for divorce filed by Mrs. Alessa Cole against Mr. Ethan Cole." Alessa rose slowly as her lawyer gave her an encouraging nod

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    "Pass the puck, Ethan!" Drew shouted, skating hard across the icy rink. Ethan Cole, gliding effortlessly, barely turned his head. His eyes stayed on the goal, his jaw clenched tight, and the black rubber puck snapped against the blade of his stick as he ignored the open players around him. "Dude, we were open!" Ryan added from the far side of the rink. "It was a clear shot," Ethan said flatly, flicking his wrist and sending the puck flying into the net with a sharp clack. "And I made it." "You always want to play solo," Drew muttered, skating up to Ethan. "This is a team sport, in case you forgot." Ethan spun around, skating back toward the group. His eyes narrowed. "And maybe if you trained harder, you'd be worth passing to." Drew's stick clattered to the ice. "What the hell did you just say?" Jace, watching from near the bench, called out, "Guys, cool it. We're just practicing." "No," Drew said, stepping toward Ethan. "He’s always like this. Every damn practice. Acting like

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