Victor POVThe defense attorney, a short guy with a bit of a belly and a receding hairline, approached me, “Mister Cross, how would you characterize your relationship with my client now?” I huffed, “What relationship? She is nothing to me. The Daya I used to know died when she rejected my proposal and walked away. The woman who came back is not the one who left.”He asked, “What do you mean?” I answered, “In high school, Daya did not have that whiney voice, she wasn’t as clingy as she is now, and she wasn’t the type of girl who would plan to kill an unborn child or anyone, for that matter. The girl I proposed marriage to was just an average girl who was very pretty. The woman who came back is mostly plastic and it shows.“Everything about her, now, is overdone; cheek implants, collagen injections in the lips, facelift, butt implants, Botox injections so strong, a huge John Deere tractor won’t make her eyebrows move. I prefer a woman with a more natural look.” Daya jumped up again, “Vic
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