LOGINThe courtroom remained silent for several seconds after Hart’s answer.His last words hung in the air:“But I’m testifying because what she did was never mine alone.” For the first time since this trial began, it felt like the man speaking wasn’t just a dirty criminal, but I someone who had finally stopped running from his own actions. He had admitted to hurting Lucian without instructions from Eva. He had admitted to attacking Margot.He had admitted to carrying out all of Eva’s instructions. He hadn’t tried to make himself look innocent or tried to make people believe that every terrible thing he’d done was someone else’s fault. He had simply told the truth. And somehow, that made the truth about Eva even harder to ignore. The defense attorney remained standing. He was looking at Hart with a mixture of irritation and disbelief.“Do you truly expect this court to believe that you were merely a tool?” “No.” Hart answered immediately. The attorney frowned. “Yet you just
The judge immediately struck his gavel. “Order!” I remained standing, completely still. For a moment, I couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of my own heart. Then I continued the questioning. “Did Eva want us dead?” Hart’s expression was grim. “She wanted you out of her way.” “That’s not my question.” He swallowed. “Yes, ma’am. She wanted you dead.” I closed my eyes for half a second, then opened them again. “And you carried out her instructions?” “Yes.” I looked down at my notes. There were still more questions. But before I continued, I needed to establish something. “Mr. Sullivan,” I called. “Everything you’ve told this court so far—are you saying you were forced to do these things?” “No.” He answered immediately. “Are you saying Eva controlled every decision you made?” “No.” “Are you claiming you are innocent?” Once again, his answer came immediately. “No.” I looked at him carefully. “You shot and stabbed Lucian Dhark on different occ
I heard a few murmurs behind me. I ignored them. “What did Eva ask you to do for her?” Hart sat up straighter. “Things.” I sighed. He had been instructed not to give vague answers. “What things?” I asked. “Things she didn’t want connected to her.” I took one step closer. “Be specific, Mr. Sullivan.” He exhaled. “Threatening people.” The courtroom became even quieter—except for the sound of reporters typing away on their devices. “Anything else?” “Following people.” “Anything else?” “Sometimes destroying things.” I waited. Hart continued. “Making problems disappear.” I turned slightly toward the judge, then back to Hart. “And you did these things?” “Yes.” “Because she asked you to?” He shrugged. “Most of the time.” “Most?” He hesitated. “There were things I did because I wanted to.” That answer caught my attention—as well as everyone’s. We had planned to show the jury that Hart was a flawed man himself, not just Eva’s puppet—that wou
I rose to my feet shortly afterward. “Your Honor, the prosecution would like to call its next witness.” The courtroom quieted. Everyone knew who it was before I even said the name. At the very least, they suspected. “Hart Sullivan.” A murmur swept through the room. Reporters immediately began typing. Some people turned to look at Eva, while others started whispering among themselves. The judge struck his gavel. “Order!” Gradually, the room settled into silence again. I looked at Eva. For the first time since she’d entered the courtroom, something had changed in her expression. It was barely noticeable—a tightening of her jaw, a narrowing of her eyes—but it was there. Then the courtroom doors opened and Hart walked in with two officers. He looked different—not physically—but something about him had changed since the last time I saw him. Perhaps I expected him to appear nervous—he didn’t. His eyes weren’t searching for Eva. He simply walked forward.
The courtroom filled up slowly. Lawyers moved between tables, court officers spoke quietly to one another, and reporters took their seats, already typing furiously on their gadgets. Margot and I were seated side by side, while Jonathan reviewed the documents spread across the table. I tried to focus—I really did. But somehow, my mind kept wandering. First to Hart, then to Eva. The phone, the messages, Hart’s warning. I didn’t realize when my fingers tightened around the edge of the file. “Stop.” I looked at Margot. “What?” “You’re doing it again.” “Doing what?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what she was speaking of. She rolled her eyes. “Thinking yourself into a headache.” I sighed in defeat, then sank deeper into the chair. “I can’t help it.” “You can.” She tapped the file in front of me.We have evidence. We have our key witness—Hart. We have the digital records. You need to trust the work we’ve done.” I nodded. “I do.” “Then breathe.” I i
I woke before my alarm. For several seconds, I remained completely still, staring at the ceiling. Then I remembered what day it was. The trial was starting again. After two weeks of waiting, preparing and wondering what Eva Sterling would do next, we were finally going back into that courtroom. I sat up very slowly. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach—a new habit. There was nothing to feel yet—no movement, no bump, nothing that would tell the world that my entire life had changed. But I knew that there was a tiny life inside me. My baby. Our baby. A smile tugged at my lips before anxiety quickly swallowed it again. But then again, what reason did I have to be anxious? Hart Sullivan had agreed to cooperate. The phone he’d given Margot contained hundreds of messages between him and Eva, spanning across years. We now had more evidence than we had ever even imagined we could get our hands on.We had a witness who knew Eva better than almost anyone. An







