Marco's POV
Marco stormed out of the courtroom, rage seething through every vein in his body. The echoes of the judge’s final decree still rang in his ears, a relentless reminder that everything was over. His marriage. His family. His entire goddamn world.
He clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the burning in his chest. He turned, eyes locking onto Noah, his so-called friend and lawyer, who had done absolutely f*****g nothing to stop this disaster from happening.
"What the f**k was that, Noah?" Marco spat, his voice a low snarl. "You didn’t even object! You just stood there like a little b***h and let them take my wife from me."
Noah sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before meeting Marco’s glare head-on. "Marco, there was
