Allegedly Yours

The courtroom

Chapter 70

Nyrah stood outside the imposing government building, her gaze fixed on its gray stone facade. The building, once a symbol of bureaucracy and formality, now loomed over her like a cold, indifferent giant. Its large, arched windows and heavy wooden doors seemed to reflect her inner turmoil, echoing the weight of the decision she was about to make.

Inside, the courthouse was a hive of activity, filled with the hushed murmurs of people waiting for their cases to be heard. Nyrah's footsteps felt unusually heavy as she walked through the marble-tiled foyer, each step echoing her anxiety. She clutched the strap of her handbag tightly, her knuckles white with tension.

As she approached the courtroom, she could hear the faint rustling of papers and the low hum of conversation. She paused at the entrance, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The reality of the situation hit her—this was where her marriage was to be formally ended. The place that would seal the fate of her relationship with Aston.

The courtroom itself was stark and formal, with wooden benches and a high judge's bench looming at the front. The air inside was thick with the smell of polished wood and the faint scent of old paper. Nyrah found a seat, her heart pounding as she scanned the room, searching for Aston, who was seated across from her.

As the judge entered and took his seat, the room fell silent. Nyrah glanced over at Aston, who sat with a stoic expression, his gaze fixed ahead. The finality of the moment was overwhelming. This was it—the end of a chapter she had hoped would never close.

Suddenly, Nyrah felt a heaviness in her chest, her breaths becoming shallow as her heart pounded in her ears. The weight of the decision that was about to be finalized felt almost unbearable. The room seemed to close in on her as their lawyer began outlining the procedure, his voice a distant murmur against the storm raging inside her.

As the lawyer spoke, he handed Nyrah a set of documents detailing the alimony Aston had arranged. Her eyes scanned the pages, her frown deepening with every line. The documents outlined a substantial settlement: the majority of Aston's company's shares, numerous properties and mansions, and even five out of the seven airlines he owned were to be transferred to her name.

Nyrah stared at the documents in disbelief, her mind racing to process the enormity of the settlement. It was an offer that seemed almost too generous, too extensive for a divorce. Her eyes flickered toward Aston, who remained seated with an unreadable expression.

As Nyrah continued reading the documents, the realization sank in. With the majority of Aston's company shares, she would effectively become one of its principal owners. The immense scale of the assets and properties left no doubt about his intentions. It was clear that Aston was providing for their unborn child, ensuring that the baby would have a secure and prosperous future, even if he and Nyrah were no longer together.

As the lawyer handed the documents to Aston, Nyrah's heart raced uncontrollably. She watched with bated breath as Aston took the pen and began to sign the papers. Each stroke of the pen felt like a knife to her heart, a physical manifestation of the end of their marriage.

Despite the resolve he had shown, Nyrah's inner turmoil grew more intense. She wanted to cry out, to stop him from finalizing the divorce, but her lips remained sealed. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and pain, struggling to reconcile the man she had once loved so deeply with the reality of their imminent separation.

Zale and Alessa, sitting behind her, watched silently, their expressions a mix of concern and resignation.

As Aston's signature was placed on the divorce papers, the finality of the moment hit Nyrah with an overwhelming force. The documents were handed to her, and she held the pen with trembling fingers. The weight of the pen felt like a burden she could hardly bear, its heaviness a reflection of the emotional load she carried.