LOGINKillian’s POVI don’t know how long I sat there after the courtroom emptied.Minutes. Hours. Maybe a lifetime.The bench felt cold against my palms, but the cold inside me was worse, like something had been carved out of my chest and left gaping open.They left together.Serena holding our son.Adrien hovering protectively beside her.And me.....Alone.Again.I didn’t even realize I was still gripping the papers until one of them slid from my fingers and fluttered to the ground like a wounded bird. For a second, I just stared at it lying there on the polished floor. The restraining order. The bold print of my name at the top stared back at me like an accusation. Her signature at the bottom, sharp, decisive, final felt like a blade driven clean through my chest. And everything in between.....cold, clinical words that didn’t care who I used to be to her. Words that didn’t care that I once held her, loved her, planned a life with her. Words that stripped me down to nothing more than a t
Serena’s POVThe ride home felt unreal.The kind of unreal that makes your chest feel too tight and your mind too slow to catch up. The car hummed quietly around us, the city passing in a soft blur through the tinted window, but none of it felt real. None of it felt grounded. It was as if the world outside kept moving while I was suspended in some fragile, shimmering bubble I was terrified would burst.Adrien sat beside me in the backseat, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him, grounding me just a little. Theodore lay on my lap, small and warm and impossibly peaceful, his cheek pressed against my chest as if he had never left it. As if all the chaos, the fear, the court, the uncertainty, none of it had touched him.I kept staring at his tiny face.Not blinking.Not breathing properly.Just staring, my fingers trembling as I brushed them through his soft hair again and again, needing the reassurance that he was really here. Really mine. Really safe in my arms.Ev
Serena’s POVThe air in the courtroom felt heavy.Not just tense, heavy, like every breath had to be forced out, like every heartbeat echoed too loudly. Today was the final day. Closing arguments. Final judgments.The day everything would be decided.I sat beside Adrien, hands clasped together tightly on my lap. He leaned slightly toward me.“You’re shaking,” he whispered.“I’m fine,” I muttered.But I wasn’t. My stomach had been knotted since dawn. The thought of losing Theodore, the baby I carried, nurtured, protected made my chest burn.Adrien’s gaze softened. “You’re going to win, Serena. You’ve done everything right.”I nodded, but my heart still thudded painfully.Then the door opened, and Killian walked in.I froze.He looked.....broken. Not angry, not arrogant, not cold, just broken. His eyes were swollen, red-rimmed. His shoulders slumped. He looked like a man who’d been awake all night and still lost the fight.For a moment, my breath hitched.But I forced myself to look awa
Killian’s POVThe courtroom felt colder today.Not physically, just the atmosphere. The tension. The way people looked at me felt like I was already a convicted criminal. Like I was here to steal something that didn’t belong to me.My son.....My only son.I tried to steady my breathing, but it still came out shaky. I hadn’t been sleeping. I hadn’t been eating much either. Every day felt like a countdown, like I was losing Theodore inch by inch.My lawyer leaned closer. “Killian, remember, stay calm. No matter what Serena’s team throws out, do not react aggressively.”I nodded stiffly.Easy for him to say.The door to the courtroom opened, and my entire body tensed involuntarily. Serena walked in with Adrien right beside her, his hand lightly on her back as if he owned every right to protect her, guide her, breathe the same air as her. He whispered something that made her nod.My stomach twisted.She used to nod at me like that.Her eyes shifted to me for a second. Just a second. A fl
Serena’s POVIt was the first Day of the Hearing.The courtroom air felt different the moment I stepped inside, tight, heavy, loaded with every emotion I’d tried to bury for years.Adrien’s hand was at the small of my back, steadying me as we walked to our side of the room.Marissa greeted us with a nod.“You’re right on time. Sit. Don’t look at him unless you have to.”I nodded, but my eyes drifted anyway.Killian was across the courtroom.He looked terrible. Gaunt. Exhausted. Eyes red, hair messy, fingers trembling as he clenched the table edge like it was the only thing keeping him upright.And he was staring at me.Not blinking. Not hiding the pain etched all over him.I turned away instantly.Adrien noticed. “Don’t,” he murmured. “He wants your attention. Don’t give it to him.”Marissa took her seat, flipping through papers.“The judge is strict. Answer only what you’re asked. Keep your emotions in check. You can’t snap. You can’t react. Understood?”I inhaled slowly. “Understood
Serena’s povI walked into my lawyer’s office with my pulse hammering in my ears. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t guilt. It was the weight of everything that was about to begin.The door clicked shut behind me.My lawyer, Marissa Cole, stood from her desk immediately. “Serena. Sit. We have a lot to go through.”I sat, inhaling sharply. “I’m ready.”“You say that,” she replied, sliding a thick folder toward me, “but this is going to be ugly. He hired Philip Garnett.”I froze. “The aggressive one?”“Yes. The one who wins cases by ripping people apart on the stand. But don’t panic.” She tapped the folder. “We have more than enough.”I leaned back, exhaling. “Tell me everything.”She opened the case file.“We are requesting primary custody with supervised visitation for Killian due to emotional instability, verbal aggression, prior physical attempt to restrain you, and psychological endangerment to Theodore.”My chest tightened at the memory of him dragging me toward his car, drunken, slurring,







