The courtroom is tense, every word reverberating in the air like thunder. Victoria sits at her table, her confidence unshaken, while Kensington, her lawyer, confidently delivers his arguments. Lydia, seated beside me, taps her pen rhythmically against the table, her sharp eyes darting between the judge and the opposition.
I try to focus on breathing, on keeping my composure, but the weight of everything we've uncovered gnaws at me. The photo. The man. The betrayal it suggests.
Finally, Lydia rises, her presence commanding as she approaches the judge. "Your Honor," she begins, her voice steady and deliberate, "we have evidence that raises serious questions about the credibility of the opposition's claims and the motives behind them."
Kensington smirks, his confidence radiating as he leans back in his chair. "Objection, Your Honor. This evidence was not disclosed prior to today's hearing."
