Opponent’s Rebuttal
Lisa’s lawyer rose to reclaim control, waving a hand dismissively. “Your Honor,” he began, attempting to downplay the prenup’s relevance with urgency that hinted at concealed unease. The contrast between his assertive gestures and the fragility beneath them was palpable. Robbie, however, remained steady—a rock amid the storm. The room seemed to vibrate with tension, an invisible pendulum swinging between anticipation and uncertainty.

Opponent’s Rebuttal
