In each hand, she held the small fingers of two identical boys who walked beside her in total silence, their dark blazers buttoned and their shoes polished to a high shine. The twins moved with an eerie stillness, their eyes taking in the courtroom with a maturity that seemed far beyond their young years.
A ripple of whispers broke out across the benches as people questioned why she would bring children into such a cold and technical environment. Gianna let out a soft, mocking laugh that traveled through the quiet air like a sharp blade.
Dominic didn’t bother to stand, instead leaning back to watch his wife approach with a smirk that was more of an insult than a greeting. “Still trying to make a scene, I see,” he muttered loud enough for the reporters to catch the jab.
The woman ignored him entirely, never once glancing at Gianna or the crowd that was already busy labeling her as desperate or theatrical. She walked to her table and stood behind it, her hand resting gently on the shoulders of the two boys who remained like silent sentinels by her side.
“Ma’am, you are late,” Judge Whitfield said, his voice measured but stern. She looked up at him with eyes that were clear and steady, showing no trace of the tears or panic that the gallery had been hoping to see.
“I am here now, Your Honor,” she said calmly. “And my children needed to be here to see this.”
Gianna laughed again, calling the situation ridiculous and asking who would bring kids to a hearing like this. Judge Whitfield’s gaze snapped to her with enough intensity to instantly wipe the smile from her face.
“One more interruption from you, Ms. Rossi, and you will be escorted out by the bailiff,” the judge warned before turning back to the case. Dominic’s jaw tightened at the public rebuke, but he remained silent as his attorney rose to speak.
Harrison Baxter began his presentation with practiced precision, arguing that the prenuptial agreement was ironclad and gave Dominic full control over all marital assets. He spoke about Dominic’s public credibility and the wife’s lack of independent income, painting a picture of a woman entirely dependent on her husband’s charity.