No one is ever truly ready to face a divorce hearing. Especially when a broken love story is paraded before the world.
“I hate that you have to go through this,” Carina murmured.
“So do I,” Nayla gave a faint smile. “But I need it to be over.”
Carina linked their fingers briefly. “Then let’s finish this.”
The sky over Denpasar was overcast that morning, as though it, too, was holding its breath. But in front of the District Court building, the chaos of the press left no room for silence. Microphones, cameras, and blinding flashes swarmed like rabid dogs. They came with no mercy, indifferent to the fact that what they were chasing was the wreckage of something once called home.
Typical of gossip-driven media.
Carina clutched Nayla’s hand tightly. “He’s here, Nay.”
Nayla didn’t respon
