CHAPTER 174

As the day wore on, I could feel the weight of the courtroom pressing down on me.

The courtroom felt like a war zone—each word a bullet, each testimony a weapon drawn. I could feel every breath, every heartbeat echoing in the heavy silence as Justin sat on the witness stand, still smug despite the damning evidence we had.

The smell of leather and old wood filled my nose, and the harsh fluorescent lights above cast long shadows across the room.

Iva sat next to me, a quiet but strong presence, her green eyes sharp as she watched every move Justin made. Despite her support, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that gnawed at me, that sense of doubt and jealousy from before. But right now, I had to bury that.

This wasn’t about Iva or my insecurities. This was about justice—for me, for my family and the people who had been affected by it.

Justin leaned back in his chair, casually, as if this was just another day at his office, not a court case that could send him to prison. His arrogance