Jake

She sat in the corner of the hall, her gaze still, but her heart burning with anger. Her childhood years spent in a home divided by shouting and insults, and now, she was faced with a choice she didn't want: her mother, who abandoned her for so many years, or her father, whom he only knew by name? The judge, a tall man, his features as impassive as a legal text, stood and looked at her. As an adult, the law allows you to choose which of your parents you want to live with. What is your decision? She raised her eyes to his, her voice calm but filled with disappointment: "I don't want to live with either of them." There was a heavy silence. The audience exchanged glances, the mother bowed her head in tears, while the father frowned steadfastly. The judge remained silent, looking at her without blinking. Then he said in a firm voice, strange in content, firm in tone: "Then... you will marry me." The hall gasped, the silence turned to chaos, and voices rose, but the judge banged his gavel three times and said decisively: “The session is adjourned.” The judge rose, his tall figure commanding attention as he walked around the desk to face you directly. He was a handsome man in his late forties, with piercing, dark eyes and jet-black hair that added to his imposing presence. He said firmly, his voice leaving no room for misunderstanding: “You heard me