In fact, the judge already understood all these issues during the first trial.
Back then, there were witnesses from the "friends and relatives group" who could prove that Adrian Gordon indeed committed adultery, and he did it so flamboyantly that he beca the laughingstock of the entire city.
I really can’t understand how he has the audacity to file an appeal and bring up all his disgusting deeds again.
Thinking about it, in order to survive and hold onto as a lifeline, he is willing to drag his face across the ground.
When I accused Adrian Gordon one charge after another, he stared at from across the two negotiating tables with intense restraint in his eyes.
I knew that if this weren’t in court, if he weren’t physically weak and unable to support himself, he would have rushed over and yelled at long ago.
We went from being in love to being hysterical in just a few short months.
The day before yesterday, he said on the phone that I should look in the mirror to see if I still recognized myself.
He should tell that to himself.
Does he not realize at all that he has turned into this demon-like figure?
As soon as I finished speaking, the courtroom fell silent.
Adrian Gordon clenched his fists tightly and even laughed, but it was a very sorrowful, despondent laugh.
"Lily Miller, you’ve been listing these charges against in your heart for a long ti, haven’t you? You transferred your affection to soone else, showing such a loathso face just to get divorced sooner."
I replied leisurely and without haste: "Everyone knows about your affair, you stole my wedding, stole my wedding dress, stole my jewelry, forced to be the witness for your wedding, and later, even tried to take the relics my mother left . Wasn’t your face despicable then? Should I play those videos again and let the judge and everyone have a good look?"
I didn’t respond to his words to avoid falling into the trap of self-incrimination, I just focused on his faults and hamred him down.
The scene was instantly silent.
The judge knocked the gavel and looked at Adrian Gordon, asking: "Does the defendant have anything to say?"
Adrian Gordon simply said: "I do not agree to the divorce, I believe our relationship hasn’t broken down."
I chuckled coldly without responding.
Instead, it was the female judge who seed unable to bear it and retorted, "Then what do you think constitutes a broken relationship?"
That question stumped Adrian Gordon.
I couldn’t help but laugh inside and gave the judge a thumbs up.
The lawyer had told before, if Adrian Gordon couldn’t present new favourable evidence to prove our relationship hadn’t broken down, then it would be difficult to overturn the judgnt in the second trial.
Although his illness is a fact, appealing only by playing the sympathy card is not enough to gain the judge’s attention.
More importantly, today the judge is a woman, who can better understand and sympathize with the pain and suffering won endure in marriage.
As such, this second trial ended more decisively and neatly than the first.
"The court finds that the relevant evidence in this divorce case is indeed sufficient, the breakdown of the marital relationship cannot be reconciled, and there are no issues involving child custody or division of divorce property, thus this court rules to uphold the first trial judgnt, granting the divorce between plaintiff Lily Miller and defendant Adrian Gordon!"
The judge banged the gavel, ending this repeatedly entangled and torn divorce case.
I sat in the wheelchair, calm and serene.
Compared to the tension and anxiety during the first trial, I was very composed this ti.
I knew Adrian Gordon had reached a dead end and couldn’t make any waves, insisting on appealing for a second trial was just his death throes.
Therefore, upon hearing this result, I didn’t have a drastic reaction, only felt that everything went as expected.
I quietly watched him, seeing his resentful face, his fists still tightly clenched, I only felt bitter.
Bitter for him.
What comforted was that the female judge, after announcing the result, specifically reminded Adrian Gordon: "Defendant, this is the final ruling of the second trial, no further appeal is allowed."
Adrian Gordon imdiately rebutted: "I want to apply for retrial!"
My heart skipped a beat, thinking he must be crazy!
"Application dismissed, the judgnt takes effect imdiately! Trial ends." The female judge briskly refused him.
"I don’t accept it, I want to protest!" Adrian Gordon was indeed crazy, that ferocious distorted expression on his face truly looked as though soone had cast a spell on him as rumored online.
But the judge ignored him, stood up, organized the files, and left without looking back.
As the lawyer pushed out, we passed the defendant’s seat.
Adrian Gordon suddenly turned his wheelchair and grabbed .
"Lily... our more than six years of relationship, not... you liked for not just six years, eight years? Even longer... do you really, just say you don’t love anymore?"
His face, which was just ferocious and twisted a mont ago, suddenly changed to a look of imnse sorrow and reluctance, even his eyes were rimd with redness.
I looked at him, my heart as calm as still water, and spoke very placidly: "Adrian Gordon, do you know what I’ve realized these past days?"
He was stunned, following my words, "What?"
"I suddenly realized that the feelings I had for you all those past years couldn’t really be called love. I was just too unfortunate in my childhood and adolescent years, living too miserably, so when you gave a little kindness, I fell. I coveted that bit of warmth, mistaking it for love, and sincerely gave you more love in return — but now I suddenly woke up and realized that wasn’t true love, I rely treated you as a shelter."
As I spoke these words, I felt a bit sad inside, my nose tingled, almost losing control.
But I wasn’t reluctant.
I just felt it’s a pity that it took so long to understand this, wasting so many years of beautiful ti.
"You might be angry, thinking I used you, but actually, you didn’t lose anything. I said, I gave you more love in return. Adrian Gordon, ask yourself truthfully, do you really love ? Or did you just use as a free lifeline too. If you truly loved , there’s no way you could just abandon without hesitation before our wedding to marry another woman for such ridiculous reasons."
The hand Adrian Gordon held on my wheelchair armrest suddenly began to tremble, even the look in his eyes wasn’t as certain anymore.
I realized that this struck a nerve with him.
"Since neither of us loves the other, why tornt each other. Sick people need to have a broader mind, physical ailnts can still be treated with dicine, but if the heart is sick, even the greatest doctors can’t cure it."
After I finished speaking, he lowered his eyes, looking desolate and murmured: "No..."
I didn’t know what he was denying, nor did I care to understand, and finally just left a sentence: "Take care of yourself."
After these words, the lawyer pushed my wheelchair forward, forcing his hand to let go.
"Lily..." He called again from behind.
The lawyer didn’t stop moving.
"Lily, now I... truly love you, it serves right, only realizing to cherish you after losing..."
I didn’t look back, nor did I feel any joy because of these words.
He suddenly said hastily, "Lily, if there wasn’t Daniel Carter, would you be willing to give another chance? Lily—"
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