Hate Me Like You Love Me (Serena and Caleb) novel Chapter 106

Serena’s POV

Some wars end with explosions. Others end with a gavel and a sentence that sounds almost too quiet for the wreckage it leaves behind.

William's attorney leads us from one courtroom hallway to another. Ten minutes ago, I watched Lucas Bennett get led away in handcuffs.

Now I'm walking into a different room to learn whether the marriage that holds this family together is even real.

Caleb's hand finds mine. His grip is steady, but the tendons in his forearm are tight.

"You okay?" I murmur.

"Ask me in five minutes."

"That's not a yes."

"It's not a no either. Just stay close."

"I'm not going anywhere."

The courtroom is smaller than the one we just left. No jury box, no gallery. Just fluorescent lights, dark wood, and Judge Morrison behind the bench.

Simon sits at the respondent's table, his suit too large across the shoulders, his jaw angled toward defiance but sagging into exhaustion.

"He looks smaller," I whisper.

"He is smaller," Caleb says. "He always was."

Catherine stands near the front with William's legal team, her hands clasped so hard her knuckles have gone white.

"How long until she rules?" I ask William's attorney.

"Any minute now. Morrison doesn't waste time."

"Neither does Simon's lawyer," Caleb mutters. "He's been packing his briefcase since we walked in."

Morrison adjusts her glasses. "After reviewing the testimonies of Catherine Thornton and Caleb Thornton, the respondent's criminal record, and the documented financial involvement of Bennett and Associates — including evidence of witness tampering — I am prepared to issue my ruling. The petition to contest the marriage between Catherine Thornton and William Lakin is denied."

Catherine's shoulders drop three inches.

"The evidence demonstrates this challenge was brought in bad faith, supported by parties with a vested interest in destabilizing the respondent's family.

The financial connection to Bennett and Associates will be referred to a separate investigation.

The marriage stands. Additionally, I am ordering expedited divorce proceedings. Mr. Thornton, you will comply with all scheduling requirements. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Your Honor," Simon's attorney answers for him.

"We are adjourned."

The gavel comes down. Clean, final, absolute.

Catherine turns, and the composure she's held for weeks cracks across her face. Her eyes fill, her chin trembles, but what comes out is a laugh — a short, disbelieving exhale.

"It's over." She grips my father's lapels. "William. Tell me I'm not dreaming this."

"You're not dreaming." He pulls her close. "The marriage stands. It's real."

"Say it again."

"It's real, Catherine. He has nothing left."

She presses her forehead against his chest.

"The Bennett referral?" she asks, lifting her head. "What happens to their firm?"

"Full investigation. Every transaction is documented. Morrison doesn't attach her name to referrals she doesn't intend to follow through on."

"Good," Catherine says. "Let them explain themselves under oath."

"And the divorce?" my father asks. "How quickly?"

"Weeks, not months. The judge set the schedule herself."

"So there's nothing left," my father says. "No claims. No leverage. No more games."

"None. It's finished."

"About damn time," Catherine says.

"Mom." Caleb's voice is careful. "You okay?"

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