Chapter 11

The trial lasted two weeks. Every morning I walked through the federal courthouse doors — cameras flashing, reporters shouting, Ethan's hand at my back, my belly impossible to conceal at seven months. Victoria's team tried everything. Motions to dismiss. Claims of entrapment. An attempt to subpoena my medical records to "challenge the marriage's legitimacy." The judge shut it down with a stare that could have curdled steel. Robert's strategy: blame everyone else. He pointed at Victoria. Victoria...