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chapter 49: Aria's Testimony

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David Chen stood five feet away. Holding a legal pad. Expression neutral.

"Ms. Winters, you've stated you loved Flynn Lancaster. Is that correct?"

"I thought I did. Yes."

"And you married him willingly?"

"Yes. But I married him based on lies. I didn't know the truth."

"But you did marry him. Signed the marriage certificate. Took vows. Correct?"

"Yes."

"And during your marriage, you lived in a luxury apartment. Drove an expensive car. Had access to significant funds. Correct?"

I saw where he was
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