“It became the purpose the moment a pregnant woman was hit in a court of law,” Judge Rowan interrupted. He paused for a moment before delivering the words that drained the life out of Marcus’s face. “Mr. Vale, you are to remain seated while I issue several immediate mandates.”
“You don’t have the authority to do that,” Marcus growled.
Judge Rowan leaned in, his voice a low thunder. “Watch me.“
The following minutes were a total destruction of the world Marcus had built. Judge Rowan ordered security to the front, issued a restraining order that forbid Marcus from any contact with me, gave me the keys back to our marital home, froze every single one of Marcus’s accounts for an audit, and ordered Elara to be taken into immediate custody for assault and contempt. Her screams echoed through the room as the handcuffs were clicked onto her wrists. Marcus stood there, paralyzed, his carefully crafted image as a powerful CEO shattered in front of everyone.
As the room began to empty, Judge Rowan’s voice became barely a whisper. “Lena,” he said softly. “I’m right here. I should have found you a long time ago.”