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ALANNAThe courtroom is a cold, sterile box, its fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the faces of strangers. I glance at the empty chair beside me, my nerves on edge. The echo of my heels on the polished floor feels like a drumbeat in my chest. Last night’s kiss with Nolan flits through my mind—intense, unexpected. But I push it aside. Today is about securing my children’s future, about getting full custody. Nothing else matters right nowMy gaze flicks to the judge's bench. A sea of faces stares back, their expressions a blank canvas. I search for a flicker of sympathy, of understanding. Nothing. Just blank stares.Mr. David, my lawyer, rises. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the tension. "Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we stand before you today to defend the sacred bond between a mother and her children. Alanna, my client, is a woman of unwavering strength and resilience. She is a devoted mother who has sacrificed countless hours, sleepless nights, and p

BRADI watched from the shadows as Chloe exited Lucas’s apartment. I knew she was up to something, but seeing her with him confirmed it. She was having an affair with Lucas, and I suspected that she was behind the recent share purchase mess. Chloe had always been manipulative, but this went beyond what I had imagined.She headed towards the parking lot, and I followed, staying out of sight. As she approached her car, I made my move. I stepped out, blocking her path.“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice dripping with disdain.Chloe’s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly masked it with a false smile. “I came to see my lawyer,” she said smoothly.I laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the quiet parking lot. “You think I’m a fool, don’t you? I know about the affair with Lucas. And to think Nolan married a serial cheat.”Her face reddened. “It’s not what you think. It’s just business.”“Business?” I scoffed. “You’re not the kind of woman who knows how to get things without

NOLANSitting in my office, a rare moment of calm washed over me. My phone lay on the desk, screen still glowing from the chat with Alanna. The conversation had left me with a feeling of warmth I hadn't experienced in a while. Her smile, her wit—it was like a breath of fresh air. I knew I couldn't keep my feelings for her hidden forever, especially after agreeing to meet tomorrow night. It felt like a step toward something real, something worth exploring. Before I could delve further into my thoughts, the door to my office burst open. Lucas strode in, his presence as obnoxious as ever. He wore his arrogance like a second skin, and I could almost feel the tension radiating from him. I sighed inwardly, knowing this wasn't going to be a pleasant encounter."Nolan, we need to talk," he said, his voice laced with that usual disdain.I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. "What do you want, Lucas?"He smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "You know, just because you’r

NOLAN"In the shadows of the night, even the smallest spark can illuminate the darkest paths."Standing by our cars, the cool night air wrapping around us, I knew this was my chance. I couldn't let Alanna slip away again. "Can we go somewhere else to talk?" I asked, my voice soft yet insistent. She hesitated, her eyes searching mine for a moment before she nodded. "Okay."I drove us to the museum, a place filled with beautiful paintings that spoke of forgotten dreams and hidden passions. As we walked through the dimly lit halls, I held her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. Each painting seemed to tell a story of love and loss, a reflection of our own tumultuous past.We stopped in front of a particularly striking piece, a swirl of colors that seemed to dance off the canvas. "This one reminds me of us," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Chaotic, yet beautiful."She looked at the painting, then back at me. "It's... intense."I couldn't help but smile. "Just like

ALANNAScrolling through my phone, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Just hours after my date with Nolan, headlines and photos were plastered all over the internet. "Alanna's Secret Date Night with Ex-Husband Nolan Westbrook!" read one, accompanied by a candid shot of us at the museum, hands intertwined. "Love Rekindled or Just Friends?" questioned another, speculating on the nature of our relationship. Some were supportive, calling it a "long-awaited reunion," while others weren't as kind. "Alanna's Second Chance with a Serial Cheater—Is She Desperate or Just Naive?" I clenched my jaw, feeling a mix of anger and humiliation. How could they twist everything? And who the hell leaked this? My fingers itched to type out a statement, something to set the record straight. I wanted to deny the rumors, to tell everyone they were wrong about me, about Nolan, about everything. But Angela's voice of reason cut through my frustration."You can't respond," she said, her tone calm but firm. "