But because I was exhausted.
Exhausted from months of betrayal, humiliation, sleepless nights, and pretending to be strong for my sons when I felt like I was falling apart inside.
Then I looked down at Ethan and Noah beside me.
My twin boys squeezed my hands tightly.
And suddenly, I remembered exactly why I had to walk in.
The courtroom doors opened.
Every head turned toward us.
I stepped inside slowly in my cobalt-blue dress, trying to ignore the whispers spreading through the room. My boys stayed close against my sides, nervous but brave.
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