After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#248 “Guilty On All Counts.”

The courtroom was dense with anticipation as the trial drew to its conclusion. After days of testimonies, cross-examinations, and relentless presentations of evidence, it was finally time for Sophia to make her closing argument. The weight of the moment settled on her shoulders as she stood, papers in hand, facing the jury who held the outcome in their hands.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” Sophia began, her voice strong and clear, echoing slightly in the hushed room. “Over the past few days, you have been presented with overwhelming evidence that not only places the defendants at the scene of the crime but also directly implicates them in the conspiracy to murder my father.”

She paced slowly in front of the jury, making eye contact with each member as she spoke. “We have shown you phone records that map a network of calls between the defendants in the days leading up to my father’s death. You have seen financial documents that detail unusual payments made by the defendants to known criminal elements.”

Sophia paused, letting the information sink in, then continued, “And most compelling of all, you heard from credible witnesses who observed these men plotting, who saw them at the crime scene, who fear for their lives even as they stand against a tide of corruption and violence to speak the truth.”

She stopped pacing and stood firm, her hands resting on the podium. “This is not just about a tragic loss; this is about justice. Justice for a man who lived honorably, who died because he stood in the way of greed and corruption.”

The room was silent, the gravity of her words hanging in the air.

possibly orchestrate another tragedy? Or will you stand up for

“The decision rests with you, but the

pounding as the judge turned to the jury to deliver instructions for deliberation. The courtroom filled with a tense silence as the jury exited to deliberate, leaving everyone in a

returned, their faces inscrutable. The

the jury reached a verdict?” the judge

Honor,” the foreman replied, standing

unfolded the paper and read aloud, “In the case of the murder of Mr. Johnson, we, the jury,

felt a tear slip down her cheek, not just from

discussing sentencing, Sophia turned to find Alexander waiting with open arms. They embraced, a mix of joy and exhaustion

his voice full of

did,” she replied, her voice choked

Sophia felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She had fulfilled her promise to her father, to herself, and to the ideals of justice she had always held dear. Now, she could truly look forward to

and friends to celebrate

raised her glass, beckoning everyone’s attention. “To Sophia, who not only showed us what it means to be brave but also what it means to fight for justice. We are