Richard

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The morning of the trial felt heavy. I left the hospital earlier than usual, making sure Zoe would stay with Sarah.

Despite the overwhelming dread, there was a part of me that felt strangely numb, as if my emotions had run dry after weeks of worry and anger.

Martins met me outside the courthouse, impeccably dressed in his usual sharp suit. He clapped a hand on my shoulder, his touch grounding.

"Today's a big step forward," he said. "Remember, this trial is about getting justice, not reopening wounds. You're here to see Susan held accountable, not to punish yourself for her actions."

I nodded, though his words didn't settle the unease churning in my gut.

The courtroom was cold, and even though I'd prepared myself for this moment, seeing Susan seated across the room made my stomach twist.

She didn't look like someone riddled with guilt; she looked indifferent, like this was just another ordinary day.

The prosecution opened with a detailed timeline of events, recounting how Susan had manipulated Isabelle and infiltrated every aspect of my life to orchestrate her revenge.

It was clinical, precise, and damning.

But when Susan took the stand, she was composed, even defiant.

"I didn't want to hurt Richard," she began, her voice smooth and unwavering. "I loved him. I still do. But Sarah... she took him away from me. Twice."

slightly, his expression unreadable, but I could see the gears turning in

took him away," the prosecutor interjected. "But the evidence shows that you were the side chick in their relationship the first time and Mr. Wright ended your relationship before he got back with Miss Sarah. Can you explain

into a bitter smile. "He may not admit it, but Richard was mine first. He always came

his voice calm but firm. "Ms. Susan, are you saying you orchestrated this entire ordeal because you believe Mr. Wright is your

off guard. "I...

knew her late fiance resembled Mr. Wright, and you used that resemblance to convince her that Sarah was a threat. Isn't that

didn't back down. "Under your guidance. Under your manipulation. You planted those ideas and used Isabelle as a pawn to execute your plan. Isn't that the truth, Ms.

as

voice rising. "Yes, I made her believe it! But only because she deserved the truth. Richard was mine, and Sarah took him away. She needed

this time, I'd thought her actions were rooted in bitterness, but it was deeper

a warped sense of entitlement that had festered

The prosecutor took over, asking Susan about her plan to infiltrate my home and her decision to involve

the bench, my knuckles white. It took everything in me not to stand up and shout at

the session adjourned, Martins pulled me aside. "We're making progress," he

But we can't let our guard

I

have," he assured me. "But they'll try.

hospital that evening, I replayed Susan's words over and over in my head, each one cutting deeper

I finally reached Sarah's room, the sight of her lying so still nearly broke me all over

she couldn't hear me. "She admitted everything. She's

I spent most of my time at the hospital, alternating between watching over Sarah and preparing

unwavering. Zoe kept me sane with her lighthearted banter, though I could see the worry

was relentless in his pursuit of justice, diving

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