Page 89 of A Million Shades Of Love and Betrayal

Using my jacket to shield her face from the gore that was surely present, I guided Yasmin out of the courtroom. Her steps were unsteady, and I could feel her leaning on me for support. The hallway outside the courtroom was a blur of activity, with officers and reporters milling about, but I focused on getting us through it all.

As we made our way to the exit, Yasmin's family followed behind us. Her father was the first to reach us, his face etched with worry. "Yasmin, Rafael, are you both alright?"

“We’re okay,” I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “We’re both okay.”

Yasmin was trembling against me, her fingers gripping my shirt tightly. She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes filled with tears and a mix of anger and relief. “What were you thinking?” she cried, her voice breaking. “You could have been killed!”

I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing away her tears. “I couldn’t let anything happen to you, Yasmin. I’d rather take a bullet than lose you.”

She stared at me, her anger giving way to fear. “But what if you had died? What would I have done without you?”

“I’m fine, Yasmin,” I reassured her, pulling her into a tight embrace. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Her arms wrapped around me, and I felt her take a deep breath, her body slowly relaxing against mine. “I can’t stay mad at you,” she whispered, her voice muffled against my chest. “I was so scared, Rafael.”

“I know,” I murmured, kissing her forehead. “I was scared too. But it’s over now. Ethan can’t hurt us anymore.”

Ivan placed a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm. “Thank you, Rafael. You were willing to risk your life to save my daughter.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice to stay steady. The weight of what had just happened started to sink in, but I pushed it aside. Yasmin needed me to be strong right now. As we made our way out of the courtroom, surrounded by her family, I kept my arm around Yasmin’s shoulders, holding her close. The press was relentless, shouting questions and taking pictures, but I focused on Yasmin, guiding her through the crowd.

When we finally got to the car, Yasmin let out a shaky breath. “I just want to go home,” she said softly.

“We’ll go home,” I promised, holding her hand tightly. “How about some ice cream?”

A small smile tugged at her lips. “Ice cream? Really?”

“Really,” I said, grinning. “Consider it a consolation prize for putting up with me.”

She laughed, a sound that eased some of the tension in my chest. “You’re impossible, Rafael.”

“Only for you,” I teased, leaning in to kiss her softly.

The drive home was quiet, the day's events hanging heavily in the air. Yasmin leaned against me, her head on my shoulder, and I could feel the tension slowly leaving her body. By the time we reached our house, she seemed a little more at ease.

Inside, I led her to the kitchen and pulled out the tub of her favorite ice cream. “Here you go,” I said, handing her a spoon. “Dig in.”

She took the spoon and smiled, the first genuine smile I’d seen since the courtroom. “You really know how to make a girl feel better.”

“It’s a gift,” I replied, sitting beside her on the couch. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

She took a bite of ice cream and sighed. “I still can’t believe Ethan did that. I thought he would try and talk his way out of it.”

“I think he knew he was out of options,” I said, my tone serious. “He was desperate again.”

Yasmin shuddered. “I don’t even want to think about what could have happened if he fired first.”

“But he didn't,” I said firmly, taking her hand. “And I’ll always be there to protect you.”

She looked at me, her eyes softening. “I know you will.”

-EPILOGUE-

Yasmin

The sun was setting and a gentle breeze played with the strands of my hair. I placed a hand on my slightly swollen belly, marveling at how much my life's changed since Ethan burst in with those absurd photoshopped pictures.

Those images, meant to destroy me, had set off a chain of events I never could have predicted. Ethan's claim that I had cheated on him was not just a lie—it was a laughable fabrication. Yet, it had stirred something in me, a determination to fight back, to show him that I was not to be messed with.

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