Chapter 83

I sit frozen in my seat as the courtroom buzzes around me. Maya leans in close. “You okay?” I nod, though my throat feels tight. “I should be.” “It’s not over. Stay sharp.” I swallow hard. I’ve seen Ryan break down before—his temper, his desperation—but this was different. He didn’t just concede; he imploded. And that scares me more than any fight he could’ve put up. Some minutes later, the bailiff’s voice sounds. “All rise.” Judge Harper returns, her robe flowing like a storm cloud. She takes her seat. “Be seated,” she says. Everyone shuffles back into place. Judge Harper clears her throat. “Before we continue, I want to make one thing clear: this court will not tolerate any further emotional outbursts. Mr. O’Brien, you are expected to maintain your composure.” Her gaze pierces him. “Do I make myself clear?” Ryan nods. “Yes, Your Honor.” Maya adjusts her blazer and stands. “Your Honor, given Mr. O’Brien’s sudden decision to no longer contest the divorce, we believe it is in the best i