Page 150 of His Forced Bride
The gesture is small, but in this setting, it's a public declaration.
She's choosing me, choosing the life we've built together despite its complications and dangers.
The judge studies our joined hands, then looks at the photographs that tell a very different story.
"I'm going to take a brief recess to consider the evidence and testimony presented today."
The courtroom erupts into chaos as reporters scramble to file their stories and spectators debate what they've witnessed.
Viktoria's performance has been flawless, my wife's responses have been honest, and the judge is clearly struggling with a decision that could have far-reaching consequences.
During the recess, we wait in a small conference room while our attorneys discuss strategy.
Inessa remains silent, staring out the window at the crowd of reporters still gathered on the courthouse steps.
I can see her processing not just the legal ramifications of what's happening, but also the emotional cost of having her private life dissected in public.
"Whatever happens," I tell her quietly, "we face it together."
She nods but doesn't respond.
This is clearly taking its toll, even though she's handling it with remarkable grace.
When we return to the courtroom, the judge's expression provides no hints about his decision.
He settles into his chair and surveys the crowded room before speaking.
"This case presents unusual circumstances that don't fit neatly into standard legal categories," he begins.
"On one hand, we have evidence suggesting possible coercion and control. On the other hand, we have a competent adult woman clearly stating her preferences about her own life."
My attorney tenses beside me, ready to object if the ruling goes against us.
Viktoria leans forward, her face a mask of hopeful anticipation.
"However," the judge continues, "the law is clear about the rights of married adults to make their own decisions about their relationships, even when those decisions might seem unwise to others. Without clear evidence of immediate physical danger or complete incapacitation, this court cannot override Mrs. Gravitch's stated preferences about her own life."
Relief floods through me, but I don't so much as crack a smile.
Showing triumph now would only fuel the media narrative about controlling behavior.
"Therefore, the petition for emergency custody and asset seizure is denied. Mrs. Gravitch retains control over her business interests and personal decisions."
The gavel falls, and chaos erupts.
Viktoria's composed façade cracks for just a moment, revealing the rage she's been keeping hidden.
Her attorneys immediately begin discussing appeal options while reporters shout questions and cameras flash continuously.
I help Inessa to her feet, keeping my body between her and the crowd as we make our way toward the exit.
The media circus has only intensified when we step outside.
Photographers surge forward, shouting questions while pushing cameras toward our faces.
"Mrs. Gravitch, why did you choose to stay with your husband?"
"Are you afraid of what will happen if you leave?"
