--Maryam's POV--The next few days were peaceful. I forgot about my parents ever coming in the first place and I had to admit, it was only because Abdullah made everything seem so normal that I couldn't make it a big deal even if I tried to.It turned out I was right. Of course, mother and father only came to visit me to exploit Abdullah's power and wealth for their own benefit. They had been evicted from their house and property because some social workers found out they were trying to adopt another kidnapped child from human traffickers to get paid by the government.The news made my body shiver.Abdullah told Rashid to crack the egg when father pleaded for him to help them financially. It was one shell of a scene but I was in my room, snoring my dreams away by the grace of Allah.It made me think; if it weren't for my foster family's wrong ways, I would've never been adopted by them from those kidnappers. And if that never happened, Al

——Third Person's POV——The silence in the courtroom was heavy, almost as if a murder had taken place. The few number of people sitting in the background looked at each other with confused and curious expressions. The big stage set up for the family court judge was standing in all its glory and fame. A small desk was placed right beside it for the assistant.A small bench stood in front of the stage with its back facing the crowd where Maryam's lawyer, Mr. Javed sat in his traditional black and white tux under a black cloak. When Abdullah entered the courtroom, people started whispering and hissing amongst each other except Maryam.She stared intensely at him, almost giving him a death threat. She fully thought of him as her criminal. As her oppressor and no power besides the power of Allah could make her rethink her decision. Her brown eyes traveled to the people in the back and she spotted Cornelia and Damian.Cornelia's assuring smile made her gain confidence

——Maryam's POV——One day was left until the final decision of the court. I was having breakfast when the thought occurred to me and suddenly started to feel anxious. My pace slowed down and a million thoughts were rushing through my head. Not to mention Abdullah's handsome face popping up again and again. I remembered his last words clearly like crystal and couldn't shake them off. He had looked so sincere and honest. Maybe even more than the time he asked me to start over and it was the main reason I was starting to waver. "Why aren't you eating, Maryam dear?" Mrs. Wilson asked, nearly making me jump. My head snapped towards her and I quickly replied, "Oh! Nothing. I was just thinking about something." David Wilson was right in front of me, on his high and mighty chair. I felt him looking at me seriously as he pushed another morsel into his mouth. I couldn't ignore his dark eyes and finally glanced at him once. As soon as I did that, he smiled and switc

——Third Person's POV——The allegations against Abdullah had been proven in court. Noor, who was as pale as a flower in winter at the news, did not expect her recording to be played in front of all the people there. She was even more horrified when the judge announced her a fine of 500 dollars and two months in jail with hard labor as punishment for drugging someone without consent and lying in court, along with causing problems in other people's personal lives.She had cursed at Maryam aloud in the court but got quiet when the judge warned her about increasing the penalty. To say that Maryam was happy would be a lie because, in the end, she didn't get anyone. Not Abdullah, not Damian, and not a precious best friend while Maryam got everything by the grace of Allah.Abdullah and Maryam walked out of the court with bright faces and hands entwined. Abdullah, with his hair, pulled back and the blue tux looked more handsome without the firm and cold shine in his eyes. He