Inside the box lay a folder, its contents neatly arranged. The older man’s fingers brushed over the top sheet, and as his eyes began to absorb the words, the room fell into a tense stillness. The air felt charged, as though the entire universe had paused to draw a breath.
David, still basking in the afterglow of his petty triumph, now stood motionless, his façade of confidence flickering like a candle in a gust. The color slowly drained from his face as he recognized the document clutched in the Judge’s hand. He had never imagined that the past he had buried, the deceit he thought he had covered in layers of legal jargon, would resurface on what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life.
Judge Vance’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the pages, his expression a mask of concentration. The folder contained meticulously detailed records—financial statements, contracts, and correspondences that painted a vivid picture of betrayal. It was the kind of evidence that left no room for misinterpretation, the kind that spoke louder and more clearly than any courtroom argument ever could.
