Hate 1

IMOGEN'S POV

I sat in the courtroom, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. The wooden bench beneath me felt hard and unforgiving, just like Elijah's stare from across the aisle. My lawyer, Mr. Hayes, shuffled through his papers beside me, but all I could focus on was the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.

"All rise for the Honorable Judge Martinez."

We stood. My knees shook slightly, and I smoothed down my navy pencil skirt, grateful I'd chosen something that made me feel powerful. I needed every ounce of strength I could get.

The judge settled into her chair, her reading glasses perched on the edge of her nose as she reviewed our case file. "We're here today regarding the divorce petition of Elijah and Imogen Rossi. Mr. Rossi, you initially filed for divorce one month ago, but now you're requesting to withdraw the petition. Mrs. Rossi is contesting this withdrawal. Is that correct?"