ANMELDENThe city lights blurred past the tinted windows as I drove. I made sure there was no urgency in my movements. Not because this didn’t matter, but because rushing would imply it did. And I refused to give it that weight. Claire’s voice lingered in my mind—clear, steady, unshaken. She hadn’t even looked at me when she took the stand— not even once. That was what stayed. Admittedly, that was what bothered me the most. Not the words. Not the judge. Not even Victoria’s strategy beginning to shift beneath the surface. It was that. The absence of Claire’s attention. The absence of her gaze. For years, I had been the center of her focus. Even when she was quiet, even when she was hurt, even when she was offended, she had always looked at me. Today, she hadn’t. Not even once! My grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, then eased. It didn’t matter. This was a case. A negotiation. A matter of outcome. And yet, the image returned anyway. The image of Claire
The courtroom didn’t erupt when the judge adjourned. Instead, it shifted—quietly at first. Then rapidly. Chairs scraped against the floors, papers were gathered, conversations resumed in low tones that carried more weight than raised voices ever could. I remained seated for a moment longer than I should have. Not because I didn’t know what to do next, but because I understood, finally, what I had just done. “Claire.” Margot called, her hand closed lightly around my arm. Not harsh, not urgent, but firm enough to bring me back to the moment. I looked at her then. “What you just did… changes everything.” There was no praise in it. But there was no reprimand either. It was just… fact. “I know,” I said. Her eyes searched mine for a second longer, as if measuring whether I really did know the consequences of my actions. Then she exhaled quietly and released me. We stepped out into the corridor together. The air felt different outside the courtroom. It felt he
The courthouse steps felt narrower than usual. Or maybe it was the people. Cameras, voices… Movement that didn’t quite touch me but pressed in anyway. I kept my head level as I walked past them, with Margot at my side, her pace fast and unbroken. No questions were shouted this time. They didn’t need to be. They already had all their answers. Or at least so they thought. Inside, the air had shifted. It was cooler. Quieter. But not calmer. “They moved fast,” Margot said under her breath as we approached the courtroom doors. I didn’t ask who. I already knew. And I felt it immediately we stepped in. Eyes followed us everywhere— significantly more eyes than usual. Lingering, measuring me. I didn’t look toward Lucian’s side first, neither did I look at Victoria. Instead, I looked behind me. Nathaniel sat in the second row. Not at the front, where he used to belong. But behind me, supportive. He met my gaze briefly. He didn’t smile or offer any g
I didn’t realize how tightly I was holding my phone until my fingers started to ache. The screen blurred for a second. Not from tears, but from the speed at which everything was unfolding. Headlines, photos, narratives. All of it—clean, deliberate, intentional. “Claire?” Margot’s voice snapped through the silence, sharp and focused. “I’m here,” I said. “Good. Then listen carefully.” No softness, no comfort. This time it was just strategy. “This is not about gossip,” she continued. “This is about credibility.” I exhaled slowly, my eyes still locked on the screen. “I can see that.” “They’re going to argue that you’re emotionally involved,” Margot said. “That your judgment is compromised.” A beat passed. “That this case is personal for you in ways that go beyond the marriage.” My grip tightened around the phone. “They’re going to say I’m biased,” I said. “They’re going to say you’re vindictive.” Margot added. I swallowed as she continued. “T
The sound of the slap echoed longer than it should have. Not because it was loud… but because of what followed it. Silence. Absolute, utter silence. The hallway went unnaturally still. No one spoke. No one moved. But I could feel it—eyes everywhere, watching us. The spectacle. The scandal. The billionaire, his soon-to-be ex-wife and the celebrity mistress. Employees pretended to look busy, but conversations had stopped mid-sentence. The subtle shift of attention that no one wanted to make obvious. Eva stood in front of me, her hand slowly rising to her cheek. Her expression didn’t change. It didn’t break. But something in it… tightened. Lucian hadn’t moved since the altercation began. At least not yet. And I didn’t apologize. I wouldn’t. After all she had done, she should be the one apologizing. Not me. Eva took a deep, controlled breath. Measured. Self-aware. She straightened her posture, smoothing a hand over her hair as if nothing had happened.
“You didn’t even try to be discreet.” The words left my mouth before I could reconsider them. Claire stopped just inside the living room, the door closing softly behind her. For a moment, she didn’t move. Then she finally turned. Not slowly, or cautiously like she used to— directly. There was no hesitation in her expression. No guilt. That, more than anything, irritated me. She met my gaze evenly, and the response was immediate. “I went to an art gallery. Not a crime scene.” She retorted. I let out a quiet breath, studying her more carefully now. I didn’t let her attitude phase me. I studied her more carefully now; the dark hair cascading down her back, her almond shaped eyes which she always narrowed whenever she was annoyed, her hands folded firmly in front of her. “You seemed comfortable being seen with him,” I finally said, trying to keep my voice even. “Publicly.” I added, taking another step closer to her. “After everything.” Claire’s expressio
The house was too quiet. But not the peaceful kind of quiet, but the dreadful one. The kind of quiet that made one feel watched. I sat on my bed, staring at the unsigned divorce papers on my desk. I told myself I was waiting for stability. For a first paycheck that would let me leave wit
I felt uneasy the minute I walked through the door. I couldn’t help but wonder why the estate administration had sent me a message; “Mrs. Dhark, please return to the mansion immediately. Your presence is required.” Deep down, I was quietly satisfied. The interview was over. And although I didn
I woke before dawn. My sleep had been fitful and restless. I kept waking at intervals, just to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. For a brief, foolish second, I forgot where I was. I forgot the headlines. I forgot that another woman now occupied my home. I could almost see myself in Mar
Eva didn’t belong in this space of ringing phones and hurried footsteps_ that was clear as day.I kept my voice even when I acknowledged her. “Eva.”Several employees glanced up briefly before returning to their work. No one lingered. No one even whispered.The lack of an audience seemed to unsett





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