She was a happy and cheerful teen. He was a cunning and ruthless, who had been hunting her elder sister for years. She wanted to make him pay for what he did to her sister. In search of the suspect she discovered shocking secrets and hidden truths t...
"FORGIVE AND FORGET? I'M NEITHER JESUS NOR DO I HAVE ALZHEIMER'S."
Author's Pov:
Days turned into weeks, and finally, the day of your first trial arrived. The air in the detention center was heavy with tension. That morning, Mr. Kang, your defense attorney, visited you, and explained you everything about what you might have to do in the courtroom.
After that a guard soon appeared and escorted you out of the cell. The cold steel of the handcuffs around your wrists felt heavier than ever as you were led into a police van. The drive to the courthouse was silent, broken only by the hum of the engine and your racing thoughts.
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When you arrived, the media swarmed outside, their cameras flashing incessantly. You kept your head down, focusing on the guards who shielded you from the chaos. Once inside the courtroom, you froze.
The first person your eyes landed on was Taehyung. He sat in the gallery, his gaze fixed on you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly looked away, only to see familiar faces scattered throughout the room—Jisoo, sitting beside Mr.Kim, and Jin. Even the Astro members were there, their presence making the atmosphere feel surreal.
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A bitter chuckle escaped your lips as you took in the scene. "It's like a family reunion," you muttered under your breath, the irony not lost on you.
Mr. Kang placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, guiding you to the defendant's table. Across from you sat the prosecution team, led by a sharp-eyed attorney who radiated confidence.
Mr. Kang: Today is important, Y/N. This is where we begin to tell your side of the story. Remember, be composed. Don't let the prosecution provoke you. Answer truthfully but concisely. And above all, trust me—I'm here to guide you through this.
You nodded silently, clutching the edge of the table as the judge entered the room. The court clerk's voice rang out.
Court Clerk: All rise for the Honorable Judge Park!
Everyone stood as Judge Park took his seat at the bench. His presence commanded respect, and the room fell silent as he adjusted his glasses and scanned the courtroom.
