The Monster Behind His Mask
Santia
ually so composed, visibly flinched. He looked at his lawyer, then at Br
ies any allegations of infidelity. This is a baseless accusation,
to a low murmur. Reporters, who had packed the g
manded, her gavel banging sharply. The mur
silence. "That's her, the one who's trying to ruin poor Decl
s infertile! She can't even give him kid
PR team, had painted me as the villain. A bitter, jeal
der in my courtroom. Ms. Santiago has the right to a fair hearing, free from public prejudice."
ked you a direct question. Do you admit to t
glanced at Bridgett, who was looking at him with wid
. it's affected her judgment. She's twisting things. There was no affair. Bridgett is an employee, nothing more. My wife found a stray cat, and somehow, this simple
e people shook their heads, clearly buying his
woman sitting next to you is just a figment of my imagination
. This is exactly what I'm talking about. She needs help, not a divorce." He looked at his parents,
her hand instinctively going to her belly. Her voice was so
. unable to have children of her own." She cast a pitying glance in my direction. "But she's twisting the truth. Declan is a good man. A kind man. He helped me w
tire fortune to her. She wants to take everything from him, to leave him with nothing. She's a greedy, vengeful wom
s were a frenzy of clicks and flashes. Their headlines for tomorrow were writing
anding than you'll ever be. She's willing to overlook your madness, your cruelty. She's a good woman."
face. Yet, a strange calm settled over me. His vitriol, his blatant lies, his smug satisfaction-it was
tt, then at the judge. A slow, chi
pregnant, then denies the child, while gaslighting his wife into thinking she's insane." I paused, letting the implicatio
n. Does he admit to infidelity? He has evaded it, deflected, and attempted to paint me as mentally
ng unreadable in her eyes. "Ms. Santiago, ar
"And I assure you, it will leave no doubt about Mr. Harris's i
's eyes widened, a flash of genuine fear replacing her feign
gaze sweeping over the silent roo
r seat. She walked to the projection screen, a USB drive in her hand.
replaced by a dawning horror. He knew. He knew I had somet
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