The courtroom was packed. Every seat filled. Cameras perched in every corner, hungry for a glimpse of the drama unfolding within these walls.

Consuelo stood by our side—calm, prepared, and fierce.

The judge’s gaze swept across the room. “This hearing will now come to order.”

Eliora sat across from us, her eyes cold, defiant. But behind that icy stare, I saw cracks. She was unraveling.

Our lawyer began, “Your Honor, we present evidence that the documents Eliora submitted are ...