Brielle’s POV
The courtroom battle was over. The verdict was clear. Justice, as imperfect as it was, had landed on our side.
But the silence that followed was deafening.
For days, the world seemed suspended between what had been and what was yet to come. The dust had settled, but the ruins remained.
I didn’t expect to feel relief right away.
Instead, there was a hollow ache—like the space where my anger had lived was suddenly empty. No fuel. No fire. Just cold, quiet emptiness.
Adrian was at my side through it all. His presence was steady, like the ground beneath my feet. But even he couldn’t fill the void I felt.
In the days after the trial, life tried to restart. Calls with investors. Meetings about the intellectual property transfer. Press interviews, each one sharper and more pr
