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For one terrible second, the entire world seemed to go silent. Then the questions came faster. “Claire! Did you sleep with your professors?” “Were your academic achievements bought?” “Is that how you became a successful lawyer?” I watched them through the glass as the cameras continued flashing, and microphones crowded together. And every face seemed hungry for an answer. I didn’t understand. I had never slept with a professor. I had never traded anything for my grades. I had worked for every achievement I had, often while worrying about how I would pay my next bill. I had spent nights studying until my eyes burned and gone to classes exhausted. My career was one of the few things I had built entirely for myself. And now, strangers were shouting accusations about it as though my life were just another scandal they had been waiting to consume. My hands began to shake. “How do they know you’re leaving?” the driver muttered, more to himself than to me. Bu

I noticed Eva, sitting with her head high before I even reached my seat. For the first time since the proceedings began, she had arrived before me. She sat beside her legal team, looking composed and impeccably dressed. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and her makeup was flawless. If I hadn’t known what she had done, I might have mistaken her for a woman who had never caused anyone harm. Then she looked up and our eyes met. Eva smiled. It was small enough that nobody else might have noticed it. But I did. There was no nervousness in her expression. No uncertainty, no trace of the desperation she had displayed when Hart’s testimony began unraveling her carefully constructed lies or when she had approached me with the hope that I could somehow convince Lucian to withdraw the charges. Today, she looked pleased with herself. Triumphant, even. My fingers curled around the strap of my bag. She did this. The thought came so suddenly that it felt li

The judge allowed the defense attorney to continue, but the atmosphere in the courtroom had changed. The easy confidence he had displayed earlier was gone. He spoke more carefully now, choosing his words as though every sentence might be used against him. “Your Honor, the defense maintains that it is unfair for the allegations against Ms. Sterling to be treated as established facts before the court has had the opportunity to examine all the relevant evidence,” he stated. “My client disputes the claim that she fabricated her pregnancy, and she denies the allegation that she deliberately misrepresented the circumstances of her miscarriage.” He paused, glancing briefly at Eva before facing the judge again. “This is a good woman—who has lost her entire career because of this scandal. She has made bad decisions, but she is vulnerable! She is upright!” He said, gesturing towards Eva. Everyone was listening very closely. “She simply maintains that Mr. Dhark behaved aggressive

I settled into my chair behind my desk and gestured for Claire to take the seat opposite me. She sat down, placed her briefcase beside her, and exhaled. “I have a feeling the rumors are only going to get worse.” I had expected that to be the first thing out of her mouth. “I’ve seen them.” I said. “Then you know what they’re saying.” “That you slept with professors in exchange for grades. That you used inappropriate relationships to advance your academic career. That the photograph of you with a Professor is proof of something improper.” I listed. Her jaw tightened. “It’s ridiculous!” “I agree.” “I never dated a professor, Margot. I never slept with one!” I nodded. “I know.” “Then why does it feel as though I have to keep defending myself against something that never happened?” I watched her for a moment. Because I knew the answer. People often believed the accusation they heard first. By the time the truth arrived, many had already decided what they wanted to

I couldn’t get out of that courtroom fast enough. The moment the judge adjourned the hearing, I gathered my things and walked out without looking at anyone. I could feel the reporters’ eyes following me, and hear their whispers behind me. I hated them. I hated the cameras, the questions, the judgment in their eyes. Most of all, I hated the fact that every single person in that courtroom seemed to believe Claire Moreau was some kind of saint while I was the villain in her little sob story. Claire had stood there with her perfect posture and that infuriatingly composed expression, insinuating things about me as though she had never done anything wrong in her entire life. The woman had a talent for making herself look like a saint. I pushed through the courthouse doors and spotted my lawyers waiting beside the black SUV parked near the entrance. My lead attorney, Mr. Harrison, was speaking to his associate when he noticed me approaching. He immediately opened the rear d