ログイン"Tell me, Mrs. Newton," Henderson, Deckard's lawyer, begins. "Did you ever actually see my client and his stepmother, Georgia, in bed together? With your own eyes?" This is our first court proceeding, and honestly, it's a more intimidating experience than I thought it would be. I swallow hard, my
"Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts, Sterling," Lydia’s voice carries across the quiet set with malice. "Once the producers realize you're more trouble than you're worth with this divorce case going on, you'll be dropped so fast your head will spin. You're a temporary fix for a permanent vacancy."
Sarah slips into my office like a criminal, her eyes sharp at me like she's expecting someone else here. Well, what I asked of her could cost her her license, so I guess it's fair that she's this alert. She doesn’t say a word at first, just holds out a small, airtight plastic bag. Inside lies a ble
"I said take them inside," he repeats. He doesn't let me touch them; instead, he snaps his fingers, signaling for one of the groundskeepers. "When I say 'take them inside,' I mean call someone to do it for you. You’ve barely recovered from a fever, and you’re out here hauling luggage in the sun? Use
"Oh my...oh my God..." I’m standing on the sidewalk outside Owen’s law firm, my chest heaving as I gasp for air that feels far too thin. My ears are ringing with the echo of Georgia’s cooing voice, and all I can see is the image of her draped over Owen’s lap like she belonged there. Was he playi
I can't help it, I actually chuckle. The sheer audacity of this woman is breathtaking. "Let me get this straight," I say, leaning back. "You’re sleeping with her husband. You’ve been outed as the 'other woman.' And yet, you’re unhappy that she wants to leave? I would have thought you’d be thrilled







