Beyond the Divorce

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Gabriel waiting outside amidst the crowd. At the sight of our gathering, he hesitated and quietly slipped through another entrance.

The courtroom was packed to the brim, with every seat occupied and people standing silently at the back. The Bullocks, the Chandlers, the hospital staff, and others were among the crowd. We were directed to our designated seats.

When Byron, Jocelyn, and Hazelyn were escorted into the courtroom, I felt Beatrice's body tremble slightly before she relaxed again.

I embraced her, offering support. Finn wrapped his strong arm around her as well.

Byron, now with his once jet-black hair shaved short and turned white, looked noticeably thinner and worn out. Gone was his former arrogant demeanor.

As he entered the hall, his eyes scanned the room, eventually locking onto Beatrice's face. His mouth opened, and his gaze was filled with complexity.

Beatrice take a deep breath, resolutely withdrawing her gaze and fixing it firmly on

mouth moved, but his words

Once he left the courtroom, he would have no chance left. Following him was Jocelyn, who no longer looked arrogant. Stripped of her makeup, she looked tired and was

in the courtroom. "You wicked woman, give me back my child! Bitch, you should

the gavel,

was dressed plainly and devoid of

still carried malice as they searched for Beatrice. She was still standing coldly and arrogantly in the

only to be forcefully restrained by court guards. Ultimately,

Beatrice, but she decisively refused him. I believe this

cold hand, which was tightly grasping mine, conveyed her

by her side, and even