Divorced But Never Letting Go Chapter 119

OLIVIA

 A worrisome call jolted me from my slumber in the early hours of the day.

 It was disheartening—just when I thought I’d be able to stay home all day.

 The call was from my lawyer. The moment her name popped up on my screen, I bolted out of bed as if I were being chased by a beast in my sleep.

 Clearing my throat, I took a deep breath, summoning all the courage I needed to speak. The call was unexpected.

 “Hello, Olivia. Good morning. Are you there?” My lawyer’s voice called me back to reality.

 It had been over five minutes since I picked up, yet I still hadn’t spoken a word.

 “So sorry for the inconvenience, attorney. I just got out of bed, and I still feel dizzy. What's good?” I lied.

 I yawned and spoke softly, hoping to make my excuse more believable.

 "That's fine. Sorry for waking you up. I just had to," she apologized.

 "Anyways, the court hearing is this morning, and I need you to be there in an hour. I'll send you the court address immediately. We're done talking now," my lawyer informed me.

 I was super excited. Now I completely understood when they say joy comes in the morning.

 The call I had initially dreaded turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

 "No problem, Lawyer. I'll be there in a bit. Thank you so much for reaching out to me," I said gratefully before ending the call.

 My joy knew no bounds. I had been waiting for a day like this, and it had finally arrived.

 Without wasting time, I dashed to the bathroom for a quick bath.

 Unlike previous days, I spent extra time in front of the mirror, ensuring I looked stunning for court.

 The plan was to spite Cyril. I wanted him to regret ever treating me like a piece of trash.

 "Now this is the shit I'm talking about," I smiled after examining myself in the mirror.

 As I walked to my car, I texted Kate and Adrian to keep them updated on the new development, also sending them the address my lawyer had provided.

 I had intentionally invited Adrian to court—I wanted him to see that I could survive without him.

 To my surprise, both Adrian and Kate were already waiting for me when I arrived.

 Seeing them boosted my confidence—I knew I was going to get a favorable ruling from the judge.

 At that moment, I finally made peace with my decision.

 I was ready to start fresh and live on my terms.

 I was getting a restraining order against Cyril, just as Kate and Adrian had suggested.

 I had spent the previous night thinking it over and realized it was the right thing to do.

 "Have you seen my lawyer lately?" I asked Kate.

 At that moment, Cyril wasn’t even on my mind.

 I had moved on to the point where I barely noticed his presence in court.

 "Over there, ma'am," Kate said, pointing at my lawyer, who was seated at the prosecuting counsel’s table.

 She looked more confident than I did—even though I was the actual victim of an abusive marriage.

 "Since everyone is present, let the case begin," the judge ordered.

 My heart pounded in my chest, but I reassured myself that everything would go in my favor.

 "Can both parties please step forward in the persons of Mr. and Mrs. Penhurst?" the judge demanded.

 "You can do this, my love. Go make us proud," Kate encouraged me with sweet words, while Adrian kissed my forehead for good luck.

 Like a boss, I strode toward the counter near my lawyer.

 Unlike me, Cyril was escorted to the counter by the cops, his hands cuffed.

 He tried to meet my gaze, but I ignored him.

 I looked elsewhere, pretending he didn’t exist.

 “After hearing from both the defense and prosecuting counsels, here is my judgment,” the judge announced.

 Then she paused, letting the tension build in the courtroom.

 In no time, the atmosphere turned chaotic, buzzing like a crowded marketplace.

 The judge banged her gavel. “Order!”

 Silence fell once more.

 **“Mr. Penhurst, you should count yourself lucky that she only pressed charges for attempted harm. For your own good, you must stay away from her.

 From this day forward, this marriage is dissolved. The divorce proceedings are complete. If you are seen near her premises again, you will spend the rest of your life in jail. Let the court rise.”**

 Just as Kate had predicted, I received a favorable ruling—one I hadn’t even expected.

 Cyril didn’t get a second chance.

 His history of aggression after learning about the divorce had made his case impossible to defend.

 I finally met Cyril’s gaze—just to unsettle him.

 All I saw was a man seething with anger and rage.

 But I wasn’t afraid.

 I knew he wouldn’t dare do anything now.

 I rushed to my lawyer and embraced her tightly.

 I never imagined that taking down the heir apparent of the Penhurst empire would be this easy.

 But my lawyer had proven me wrong.

 She had shown me that no one was above the law.

 **“It’s fine, Olivia. I told you I had everything under control.

 Your friends are waiting for you—go to them,”** she said warmly.

 I turned and saw Adrian and Kate’s faces glowing with excitement.

 They could barely contain their joy.

 Their presence in court had been one of my biggest motivations.

 It had given me the confidence to answer every question without stuttering.

 Hearing the judge’s final verdict filled me with indescribable joy.

 Now, I could finally spend time with Adrian without being labeled an adulteress.