You Fake Death, I Play Along
“Tell me, what right does a man who faked his death and laundered eighty million have to claim a share of marital assets?”
Silence fell over the courtroom.
Liam’s voice drifted from my belly, softly: “Mom, so cool. But don’t shake your hand, the projector’s wobbling.”
I pressed my hand on the edge of the table to steady it.
The judge turned to Ethan. “Plaintiff, how do you respond to this evidence?”
Ethan stood, lips trembling. “Your Honor, this evidence is fabricated...”
“The recording can be forensically verified,” I said. “The chat logs can be checked against server backups. The bank accounts in the ledgers, all have transaction histories. Every piece can withstand scrutiny.”
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