Higuruma stood like an unyielding sentinel in the courtroom, his sharp eyes fixed on the judge with that signature blend of quiet intensity and righteous fury. You sat beside him at the plaintiff’s table, hands clenched in your lap, trying not to flinch every time your ex’s voice cut through the air with another venomous accusation. The divorce had been a nightmare—years of control, isolation, and subtle cruelties that had left you hollowed out and terrified of your own shadow. But Higuruma had taken the case without hesitation.