CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

RICHARD's POV

The marble floors of the courthouse echoed under my shoes as I walked towards courtroom 408, a battleground where my integrity was on trial. My lawyers, a team as polished as the briefcases they carried, surrounded me, whispering last-minute strategies and adjustments. I felt like a gladiator armed for an uncertain fight.

"Remember, Richard, steady and calm. Let's let the facts speak for themselves," whispered Sarah, my lead attorney, her voice a soothing balm amidst the storm brewing.

The doors to the courtroom swung open, revealing a room brimming with anticipation. I could feel the eyes on me, some curious, some judgmental. At the plaintiff's table sat Amelia, her face an unreadable mask, flanked by her grandmother, Grandma White, whose eyes bore into me like daggers. The sight of them, steeped in their deceit, tightened my chest with a cocktail of anger and betrayal.

Judge Martinez called the room to order with a stern bang of her gavel. "We are here to address th
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