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t-the one I'd bought specifically for this occasion-and tried to ignore the trem

d. "Don't react to their provocations. Sta

against the marble floor as we entered, the sound echoing th

ey were-the

His father Nelson perched behind him like a hawk, whispering something in his ear. And Elizabeth.

her thoughts: *The

full seconds before look

" the bail

lance at Michael. He looked tired. Go

adjusting her glasses. "We're here today

ent is seeking equitable distribution of marital assets

while Mrs. Walton's demands might seem reasonable on the surface, we have evidence sug

ad warned me they'd go this route, but h

nsel is making inflammatory state

rs said. "But Mr. Harrison, you'd be

ds showing Ms. Campbell searched for 'wealthiest bachelors in New Je

it over wine after a brutal breakup with my college boyfriend. We'd googled

close. "Remem

ory. Comments were taken out of context from texts with friends. Even my college thesis on

ess, I felt

orner of the hallway. "This afternoon, they'll bring up the fertili

that the plastic crackled. "How d

few scruples," Rebecca said grimly. "They've pr

hey passed, Elizabeth slowed, making a show of adjusting her designer handbag. She stopped just inches

red, her voice like silk over steel. "T

ided away, heels tapping a vic

that?" I his

intimidation tactics

carriage-claiming I'd been "careless" with my health. The fertility specialist I'd seen

older. "These photos show Mrs. Walton at several social e

h raised eyebrows. I felt t

ice!" I blurted out. "He said short

warning hand on

hile supposedly recovering from fert

s not

being presented completely without context. My clie

ll review these materials

them. Five years of my life, reduced to this-

inued, "you signed a prenupt

s,

in the event of infidelity, certain fi

e unfaithful party,"

rk-like. "We have eviden

What evidence? What lies

from household staff suggesting Mrs. Walton had an

e crying in the garden after another negative pregnancy test and simply offered

ions are completely unfounded and designed solel

ng some questions under oath about h

Marcus into this mess-ruin his reputation, maybe eve

inue this line of questioning tomorrow. The

or a moment, our eyes locked. Five years of marriage, and I couldn't tell what he was

om, reporters swarm

rue you had affairs d

feel to be expose

toward the exit.

ching the circus with a small smile. My sister. My blood. She caug

home, I fin

en't they?" I whispered, tears blurri

my hand. "Not w

st-that's what she'd warned me from the beginning. They'd thr

tood just how fa

d with a text.

t could help your case.

suspicion warring inside me. Was

lifeline I des