Three days later, on the day of the trial, I still hadn't recovered.The surgery to remove my kidney had taken a serious toll on me, and a dull ache lingered in my abdomen.The courthouse bench was cold and hard. I kept my back straight and did everything I could to cooperate with Melanie.Not far away, Audrey stood at the defense table in a sharply tailored black suit, calm and composed, her voice steady. It was the version of her I knew best, the version I'd once been proudest of.In our six years of marriage, I'd watched her stay up all night poring over case files for her clients. I'd watched her methodically pick apart arguments in court and turn seemingly hopeless cases around.Back then, I'd always believed that someone who respected the law so deeply and cared so much about the truth would be the strongest person I could ever have in my corner.But now, all her expertise, insight, and eloquence had become weapons aimed at me.Her arguments were sharp. She acknowledged th
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