LOGIN"And the contract was withdrawn shortly after." "Yes." "How did you interpret that?" "She followed through." Cole objected. Speculation. Sustained. "Ms. Holloway. Across three years of events. How would you describe Alicia Valentine's manner?" "Controlled. Always controlled. She was never visi
Her smile faltering. A shadow passing across it. "Because I want you to understand—" "No." A step closer. "You are here because you are terrified. Because despite everything. Despite the photo. Despite Edward sleeping with you. Despite wearing his grandmother's necklace. You're still not his wife.
Alicia's POV The screen came on. The photography gallery. Museum lighting. Artwork on the walls. I was already there when Lucy walked in. I watched myself from across a courtroom. The navy gown. Hair up. Standing in front of a photograph of a woman whose face was half in shadow. Lucy stopped be
"No." She picked up one page from her table. Set it back down without reading it. The movement of someone who had taken in every word long before this moment and no longer needed to see them again. "Mr. Valentine. You called Alicia Valentine thirteen times that morning." "Yes." "She didn't answe
Edward's POV Four steps to Cole's table. Folder down. His hand moved over it without looking up. Done. Seven more to the stand. I sat. Adjusted once for the shoulder. Hands open on the railing. The sling pulled across my chest and I left it. Cole stood at the podium. "Mr. Valentine. Please sta
Judge Harmon returned at fourteen minutes. She set the folder on her bench and read without acknowledging either side. Two pages. She closed it. "The exhibit will be admitted with the following limitation. The jury is instructed that Exhibit D is to be considered only in the context of witness tes
"No, you're not." Vivienne settled back in her chair, her eyes bright with memory. "Do you remember that summer when you were sixteen? The Harringtons' annual garden party? You and Lucy snuck away to the old gazebo, and when we found you, you were planning to run to Paris together." "We were teenag
Edward's POV The afternoon light cut through my office windows in precise angles, illuminating the stack of newspapers Leo had arranged on my desk like evidence in a trial. Each headline was a variation of the same theme: speculation, innuendo, carefully worded questions about my marriage and Lucy'
We settled into our seats, and immediately a server appeared with water and menus. The sight of the leather-bound menu made my stomach clench. I opened it anyway, scanning the options while Harrison traded pleasantries with Edward about the weather, the traffic, meaningless pleasantries that precede
"I know! Isn't it brilliant?" Elena made a noise from her desk. Something between a laugh and a groan. "Brilliant is not the word I'd use," I said. "You just don't get avant-garde marketing." He said it seriously. Like this was a real tragedy. "You're absolutely right. I don't." He grinned. "Th







