Wendy gave me a mocking smile. Even my parents looked at me with disgust, wishing I had disappeared. But I remained calm and waited for the judge to begin the session.
Martin had hired one of Washington’s top lawyers, clearly determined to destroy me in court. The lawyer read out a list of my supposed ‘crimes’ during the marriage, trying to make me look like the guilty one.
“If he only helped his neighbor care for her child, that’s not considered infidelity. Given the situation, it’s clear she bears most of the fault here,” he argued.
“If she can’t present any new evidence, the court should grant the divorce and declare her at fault.”
The courtroom burst into applause. Martin and Wendy hugged each other, celebrating early as people whispered that I deserved it. But I stayed calm and raised my hand.
I told the judge, “I have new evidence. A CCTV footage from our neighbor Wendy’s home and a DNA paternity test report for Martin and Wendy’s daughter, Nancy Haines.”
The room went silent. Everyone’s faces turned serious. Martin’s face went pale and tense and I knew the real drama was about to begin.
