(Karen’s POV, Present Tense)

Courtrooms are colder than I imagined. Not just the air, but the stares, the whispers, the judgment. Every time I sit here, I feel like I’m on display, like my entire life is being picked apart piece by piece.

The lawsuit is real. Headlines scream it everywhere:

“Sister Sues Sister Over Husband.”

“Ex-Wife Vs New Bride: The Trial Everyone’s Watching.”

I never asked for this stage, but Yasmin thrives on it.

She sits across from me at the ...