The judge looked around the courtroom. “Where is the husband?”
Vanya glanced up, calm. “He’s on his way.”
Her lawyer smirked. “He’s a superstar known for his attitude and careless nature. He’ll show up when he wants.”
Minutes later, Rivaan arrived. The media crowded around him, shouting questions. “Divorce? What’s going on?”
Rivaan barely glanced at them. “Read the papers. You’ll get your answers there.”
A reporter insisted, “No questions? Not a single one?”
Rivaan shook his head. “No answers today. Don’t ask.”
The judge broke the silence. “Do we need to schedule another date?”
Vanya said softly, “Wait a few minutes, please.”
Rivaan appeared again, fifteen minutes late. Vanya’s lawyer raised an eyebrow. Rivaan smiled at the judge, took the papers from his lawyer.
The judge sighed
