Marcus heard the whispers, but he pretended not to. He told himself she was just angry, that she would grow out of it. But late nights, strange phone calls, and the scent of unfamiliar cologne on her clothes told him otherwise.
She didn’t apologize. She didn’t even look ashamed. And for Marcus, that was the night something inside him quietly broke.
The Courtroom
Marcus filed for divorce. He came to court calm and composed, his pain hidden behind a steady gaze. Daniela, on the other hand, was radiant with arrogance.
“I’m finally rid of you,” she sneered. “Do you really think anyone could love you? I only stayed for the money.”
Gasps filled the courtroom, but Marcus stayed silent. He asked her softly, “Did none of it mean anything to you? Not even one moment?”
She laughed coldly. “Nothing. You disgusted me from the beginning.”
The cruelty in her voice silenced even her own lawyer. But then, the judge spoke — his expression hard. “Ms. Daniela,” he said, “your words today have been revolting. And yet, while you’ve been busy insulting your husband, I’ve reviewed your case file — and what I found changes everything.”
Daniela’s smile faded.
