Facing The Courtroom
Walking back toward the courtroom, I felt the fabric of my tie against my neck, a subtle reminder of the important battle awaiting me. I inhaled deeply, grounding myself in the preparation Robbie and I had done. The echo of footsteps through the hallways was rhythmic, almost ceremonial, each step building anticipation. Today wasn’t ordinary; it carried the weight of the past and the hope of a fair future.
Facing The Courtroom
Spotlight On The Prenup
As the session restarted, every gaze in the room fell on the prenup. The judge shuffled papers, pausing on the fairness clause as if it were a beacon in the storm. “This clause,” he began, drawing attention from every corner, “appears particularly significant.” The room held its breath, tension thick in the air, and even Lisa shifted uneasily in her seat as the focus on that small piece of paper suddenly felt monumental.
Spotlight On The Prenup
