Chapter 342
Author: Youngblood
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The gallery burst into full conversation as Sandy Thorne gathered her papers with a look of smug satisfaction—she had achieved her goal: chaos, doubt, and the tainting of the well. She shot a glance at Ava that was pure triumph.

At the defense table, Ava’s hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists on the polished wood. She had won the objection, but she had lost the atmosphere.

Julia remained in the witness stand for a moment, a statue of dignified suffering, before the bailiff gestured for her to step down.

As she walked back to her seat, her eyes met Chance's. In them, he saw no fear, only a deep, weary resolve, and a flicker of apology—for the mess, for the spotlight, for the fact that her fight for freedom was drowning in a sewer of lies.

Chance stood, Chloe's hand on his arm a steadying pressure he barely felt.

***

The courtroom footage played on a loop on the news channel—Sandy Thorne’s accusation, Julia’s pained denial, the gavel crashing down.

Priya who had stayed back
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