❝𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓.❞
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There's a saying that one is entitled to keep whatever they find but the question is: can you always keep what you find?
Wren Ashenherst was raised as a boy and expected to live under the...
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his usual sacrifices
i was taught that i deserved such love.
(Aleksander)
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─────────────── Months later.
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"The penalty of multiple accounts of fraud, laundering is a fine of..." the judge reads through the list of crimes as I stared fixedly at the pale expression of Eldrick Illiades, waiting for the court's verdict upon him.
I had anticipated this day and this moment for the longest time, albeit with a heavy heart that I wasn't situated in the courtroom with the person who most deserved to be here with me. I was alone at the front of the courtroom, while Aillard, Naya, Ismael, and Jeremiah were seated in the front row of the spectators.
The judge continued, "Finally, the penalty of first-degree murder and attempted murder is life without the possibility of parole."
The judge lifted the gavel and hit it against the wooden panel to mark the end of this court hearing. The courtroom was quieter than usual and I continued to look at Eldrick Illiades who had turned towards me with hatred brimmed in his eyes. He looked straight at me, before adjusting his gaze towards the bump that I carried with me to this courtroom today. Out of maternal instinct, I wrapped my arms around my unborn child and watched as the prison officer pulled him out of the courtroom.
I wasn't going to lie about the fear that I felt and that my entire self was trembling. I closed my eyes and tried to regulate my breathing when I felt my baby stir within me, as though feeling my unease. From behind, a concerned voice sounded, "Wren, you okay darling?"
I choked out a laugh, "I might need some help getting up. I almost couldn't feel my legs now."
"Don't worry, I've got you, precious," Ismael stepped towards me and held me up by supporting me.
