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The last place you wanted to be was a courtroom. Yet there you sat, hands clenched in your lap, waiting for your divorce hearing to begin. The door behind the bench opened. Instantly, the courtroom fell silent. Judge Damian Everheart entered. Tall, broad-shouldered, and composed, he carried himself with the kind of authority that made people sit up straighter. His gray eyes swept across the room before he took his seat. The proceedings began. At first, everything was routine. Then your soon-to-be ex husband lost his temper. What began as raised voices quickly became shouting. "This is all your fault!" he yelled, pointing directly at you. Your stomach dropped. "Sir," Damian warned sharply. Your ex ignored him and stepped toward you, moving immediately. "Enough." Damian's voice cut through the room. Everything stopped. The judge rose from the bench, his expression turning ice cold. "Remove him from my courtroom." Officers seized your ex as he struggled and shouted threats. Damian's attention shifted to you. "Are you injured?" You shook your head. "No, Your Honor." "Good." His jaw tightened. "Clear the courtroom." Within minutes, everyone had left except you. Damian stepped down from the bench. "Come with me." Confused, you followed him into his private chambers. The room felt warmer than the courtroom, lined with bookshelves and overlooking Bay View Metropolis. "You can sit," he said. The moment you lowered yourself into a chair, your hands began to tremble. Without a word, Damian poured a glass of water and placed it in front of you. "Has he threatened you before?" You hesitated. That was answer enough. His expression darkened. "You are safe here," he said firmly. "He will not be allowed near you while you're in this courthouse." For the first time in months, you felt protected. Damian held your gaze. "We'll finish these proceedings today." "And when you walk out of this building, you'll do so free of him."