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✧🦋✧ Giselle ✧🦋✧Gratitude. Even that one little word felt way too small for everything Joseph had done for me. From the second I made up my mind to divorce Ken, I knew the road ahead was gonna be rough.That man had made his feelings crystal clear when he flat-out refused to sign the papers.Back then I figured that would be the toughest part, but I had no idea he’d go so far as destroying evidence and trying to back me into a corner where I couldn’t even fight back. Every time those memories popped into my head, this hot frustration would flare up right in the middle of my chest.If Joseph hadn’t jumped in exactly when he did, I didn’t even want to picture where I’d be standing right now. What really blew my mind, though, was Annie. Joseph had gotten her to flip on Ken completely. I still couldn’t wrap my head around how he pulled that off. Whatever went down between them must’ve finally cracked her eyes wide open. Because of all the incredible things Joseph had done, I really

 ✧🦋✧ Giselle ✧🦋✧I just stood there speechless as the truth finally sank in. These idiots hadn’t cooked a single thing.All they had done was find the food I’d hidden, pull everything out, and arrange it beautifully on the island to make it look like they had prepared it themselves. My mouth fell open. I couldn’t even decide whether I should feel annoyed or impressed. A weird mix of both settled in my chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Joseph looked incredibly pleased with himself, which only made me want to throw a napkin at his face. “How did you find it?”My disappointment was impossible to hide. I had pictured them struggling, sweating, burning vegetables, and arguing over recipes. Instead, they had completely outsmarted me. Joseph slipped his phone into his pocket, his smile softening just a little. “I was searching for extra ingredients.”&nb

✧🦋✧ Kennedy ✧🦋✧Daphne's brows pulled together slightly, and I could tell she wasn't quite as excited or convinced by the idea as I was.Before I could even pull out my phone to start making moves, she raised her hand to stop me. "Not yet," she said firmly.My hand froze in mid-air. "What do you mean?" I asked, caught off guard."The witness comes first," she replied, her voice carrying that unmistakable tone of authority that made me slowly put the phone back down on the table."If she doesn't cooperate with us, none of the rest of this is going to matter in the end."The smile quickly disappeared from my face because deep down I knew she wasn't wrong about that.No matter how solid our backup plan sounded, it wouldn't work at all if that witness stayed hidden and out of reach.My fingers curled tightly into fists under the table as that old familiar anger bubbled up. I hated feeling this stuck and powerless. I hated having to depend on other people to make things happen.And most

 ✧🦋✧ Giselle ✧🦋✧Even though Annie wasn't physically here in the room, hearing it spelled out like that still upset me deeply.No one should ever have to live in that kind of fear just for telling the truth about what happened. And the fact that she attempted suicide saddened me greatly.Now I was wondering if Joseph knew about that but the fact that he gave Annie a good life was worth her taking another chance on life.Bradley kept going without missing a beat. "Due to serious concerns for her safety, her location remains confidential."He glanced briefly toward Kennedy before turning his full attention back to the judge. "As a result, she cannot be compelled to appear a second time."A small flicker of satisfaction crossed my face. Good—let Kennedy stay frustrated and stuck for once. But Bradley wasn't finished yet."More importantly, the authenticity of the pregnancy and paternity test results provides sufficie

✧🦋✧Kennedy✧🦋✧I wasn’t gonna stop. Not now, not fucking ever.Every damn thing I’d done, every apology I forced out, every grand gesture, every single time I swallowed my massive pride and showed up for her, she still looked at me like I was dirt under her shoe.Like I meant absolutely nothing to her anymore. But that was fine. Let her keep wearing that cold, hard mask if it made her feel better. I knew Giselle better than she knew her own damn self, and deep down, I knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.I signed the divorce papers, and I signed the restraining order too. My pen glided across those lines smooth and steady, no hesitation, no words.But inside? Inside I was already ten moves ahead, scheming, burning. Because none of that bullshit meant what she thought it meant.A couple pieces of paper didn’t erase what we had. They didn’t change who we were to each other. She’d figure that out soon enough once all the noise died down and she was sitting alone in whatever shiny