CHAPTER 447

Emily’s POV

“Emily, can you describe your relationship with Antoine?” The lawyer’s voice sliced through the tension in the courtroom like a knife.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding fast. I never imagined I would come back to France for a situation like this.

I glanced at Antoine, seated a few feet away. He looked pale, both apprehension and resignation evident on his face. I felt a pang of sympathy, even as dread chewed at my insides.

Tearing my eyes from Antoine, I scanned the audience. My sister Phoebe sat there in the center, her reassuring nod and warm smile giving me a sliver of comfort.

“Um, we were... married for a time,” I said in almost a whisper. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, judging, waiting. “We had our ups and downs, like any couple.”

“Ups and downs?” The lawyer pressed, leaning forward. “Can you elaborate on that? For instance, how often do you fight? Remember, you’re under oath.”

I hesitated, my thoughts swirling. “Uh, almost everyday. Just about little things