The courthouse loomed before them like a cathedral of justice—grand, imposing, and unyielding. Elena felt a flicker of apprehension as she adjusted her blazer in the car, her hands betraying a hint of nervous tremor. She had faced public scrutiny before, media speculation, and Damian's manipulations—but the courtroom was a different kind of battlefield. Here, words carried weight, and every glance, every hesitation, could be twisted into evidence.
Adrian's hand found hers in the back seat, firm and reassuring. His presence grounded her, reminded her that she was not alone in this fight. "We face it together," he murmured, his voice low, steady, carrying the same calm resolve that had seen them through weeks of manipulation and scrutiny.
Elena nodded, drawing in a steadying breath. "Together," she echoed, gripping his hand tightly.
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