Chapter Twelve: The Storm Breaks
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The courtroom was packed.
Journalists lined the entrance, lenses flashing like lightning against a stormy sky. Liam’s grip on Anna’s hand was firm as they entered, flanked by his attorney and a protective security detail. Anna wore a pale blue dress—simple, soft, dignified. Her calm appearance betrayed the whirlwind inside her.
Vanessa arrived in a designer suit, flanked by her lawyer and flinging smug smiles at reporters. The contrast between the two women couldn’t have been starker.
Anna held her breath when the judge entered. Her heart thudded in her ears as the proceedings began.
Vanessa’s lawyer was ruthless.
“She manipulated the father of these children into believing they were not his. She deprived Mr. Kingsley of five years of fatherhood. She’s unfit.”
Liam was about to rise when his lawyer held him back. “Let me handle it,” the man whispered.
When Anna was asked to speak, her voice trembled at first.
“I never hid them out of malice,” she said. “I didn’t even know who he was when we met. We had one night. There was no number, no last name. I wasn’t running from anyone. I was raising my sons the best I could with what little I had.”
The judge looked at her closely. “Why didn’t you come forward when you recognized him later?”
“I was scared,” she admitted. “Scared that he wouldn’t believe me. That people like Vanessa would destroy what we had. I didn’t know Liam then—not really. But now I do. He’s a father. A protector. And he’s been there for every moment since he found out.”
Liam stood then, breaking protocol. “Your Honor, may I speak?”
There was a murmur in the room.
The judge nodded.
“I didn’t grow up with a lot of emotional support. But when I met Anna, I saw what true strength looks like. She didn’t use my money. She didn’t chase me. She raised our sons on her own. My sons. She’s the strongest woman I know—and I trust her with my life. With theirs.”
Silence followed.
Even Vanessa’s smirk faded.
The judge called for a brief recess.
Outside in the hallway, Anna clung to Liam. “What if we lose them?”
“We won’t,” he said firmly. “No one is taking them from us.”
But the storm wasn’t done.
That evening, a viral video surfaced—grainy security footage of Anna at a pharmacy five years ago, visibly pregnant and distressed. The internet lit up.
#ProtectAnna
#VanessaExposed
The narrative flipped. Vanessa was now being painted as a jealous ex, while Anna was hailed as a warrior mom.
By the next morning, Vanessa’s legal team filed a motion to withdraw.
The storm had broken.
Anna stood in the boys’ room later that night, brushing hair from their peaceful faces. Liam wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“They’re ours,” he whispered. “Now, forever.”
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