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Ariana's POV "Due to Mrs. Grande Alvarez's work schedule we give full custody of Aviana Rose Grande Alvarez, Wilder Cruz Grande Alvarez, and Ameera Hope Grande Alvarez to their father Richard Alvarez." The judge looks at me sadly.
I feel my heart shatter into pieces as she tells me this. I knew it. I knew they were gonna go to him.
"I'm sorry Ariana. It was a good fight, but I guess the jury oversaw what a great mother you are." My lawyer Marlene comforts me.
I've dreaded this day forever. I had a gut feeling I wasn't going to win and I had to prepare myself mentally and emotionally for this yet I still can't believe I'll only see them for the weekends.
I let tears fall down my face and I say nothing. Anything anybody tells me isn't gonna make me feel better. I just want my babies. I can't live without them and here they are getting taken away from me.
I wait for the judge to leave and I go over to Ricky.
"I'm their mother! How can you do this to me? We could've settled this privately not get a whole judge and court for it. If it wasn't for you filing for full custody then I wouldn't be in this mess." I cry wanting to slap him except Malcolm was holding me back.
He was the one who wanted to take my children from me in the first place. It's all his fault. I look to see the sad expressions some people sported on their faces. Mostly women who felt my pain. The mother who also would know the pain to be without their children.
"Ariana calm down baby. Please, I know this sucks it sucks really bad, but we can't be causing a ruckus. The kids are waiting for you at home, you have a whole week with them before this arrangement begins." My sweet boyfriend whispers in my ear as I crumble to the floor and cry.
"Ari I'm sorry, but you know this had to be done." Ricky places his hand on my shoulder causing me to get angry.
I whack his hand away and stand up.
"Don't call me that and don't touch me. You don't have the right to tell me sorry. It's your fucking fault Ricky. You win. You won everything. You wanted me to lose so you can throw it at my face and tell me I'm a bad mother and that I don't have time for them." I cry before grabbing Macs hand and walking out of the court room.
I hide my face as cameras starts flashing and the press starts asking questions.
"Ariana how'd it go? Did you win? Are you pregnant? Are you getting married?" So many questions at once I wish I could just punch them all in their faces and tell them to fuck off. This is a private matter and no one seems to care.
