"What…? That's ridic—" "But I'm glad you brought up that point, counselor. Now, I'd like to ask, why do you claim my client has no money if she is Mrs. Peterson?" Christian turned his gaze to Roger. "Tell me, why does the wife of a multi-millionaire CEO not have a single cent in her pocket to hire a lawyer?" Everyone in the courtroom began murmuring, suddenly intrigued by this detail. "Um… well..." John struggled to respond, feeling foolish for not wondering about this himself. "In fact, your statement is quite absurd, counselor," Christian continued. "How can you claim your client is a faithful husband while proudly stating his wife has no money? Did he treat her worse than a slave? Even a domestic worker gets paid for her services of taking care of the house." John and Roger scowled, realizing they were losing ground with this simple argument. "Order," the judge demanded, banging his gavel when the audience's voices began to echo louder. "Counselor," he addressed John, "I
"In that case, we will need to adjourn this trial." ‘Gotcha, you idiot,’ was what Roger thought, smiling maliciously. Thanks to his connections, he found out the name of the trial's translator and bribed him not to show up. This meant that today’s trial would be postponed, forcing Deborah to return to the apartment with him. Roger and John were pleased because, without an interpreter, the trial had to be postponed until further notice, giving them time to prepare their counterattack or seek to nullify the trial altogether. Christian noticed their smiles and deduced that they were behind the interpreter’s absence, but Christian wouldn’t give up so easily. "Without an interpreter, I'm afraid I will have to..." "Your Honor, if I may, my wife can act as Deborah's interpreter," Christian interjected quickly. "Objection," John said, standing up. "That cannot be allowed because she is Deborah’s friend. How can we trust she will be impartial in her interpretations?" [Your Honor, p
“That’s not true. I need Deborah by my side,” Roger declared, standing up. “To have your maid cook and clean for free?” Christian retorted sarcastically. “The evidence of your infidelity is overwhelmingly clear. It’s obvious this started right when your marriage began. You’ve never respected Deborah, so why not separate? It’s clear you neither love nor respect her as a person.” Christian handed the judge a folder containing more evidence of how poorly Deborah had been treated at home. Roger scowled and clenched his fists, wanting nothing more than to punch this meddling fool, but he had to restrain himself. John was also worried about the situation. The video alone was a bombshell against them, and he realized that all the arguments and evidence he had prepared were now useless. Roger had flaunted his affair so openly that everyone in the company knew the mistress was the favorite. She was always at the office, taken on shopping sprees, and showered with all the new jewelry relea
"You can't do that, Your Honor," Roger exclaimed, seething with rage. "Then tell me, why shouldn't I approve the divorce?" the judge demanded. Roger glanced at John, allowing the latter to react and speak, as the humiliation was unbearable. "Apologies, Your Honor..." John stood, trying to appear confident as he approached the judge with a folder in hand. "The dramatic and tragic story painted by the opposing counsel is a fabrication," he declared, locking eyes with Christian before handing him a copy of the documents. "As you’ll see in these statements, my client deposits $19,000 monthly into Mrs. Peterson’s account to cover expenses. If she claims she only used a thousand, it was by her own choice." "Interesting, but I notice the account numbers are different," the judge pointed out. "Which means someone is lying." "It's obvious Mrs. Peterson is trying to play the victim. The account with the $19,000 deposit is with the bank where all the Peterson family accounts are managed
"Mrs. Isabelle Peterson, please proceed to the stand," the judge instructed. Isabelle approached the stand, took the oath, and sat down. "Mrs. Isabelle Peterson, could you tell us how your son has suffered at the hands of—" "Objection," Christian interrupted. "If he loves Deborah, how can she be cruel and abusive towards his mother? Isn’t that contradictory?" "Not at all. She bewitched my son, making him fall hopelessly in love, but in secret, she mistreated and insulted me," Isabelle replied melodramatically. "I’d like to know how some hand movements could insult you to the point of causing such offense," Christian said, glaring at the older woman. "Do not interrupt my questioning," John retorted angrily. "Counsel, wait your turn." "Tch..." [Calm down, Christian.] Deborah signed. "So, Mrs. Isabelle Peterson, can you tell us what you know?" John asked. "Of course, Deborah appears very kind and all that, but she’s actually very cruel and rude. In fact, even her own
Fortunately, the video stopped there, but it was clear that Christian had the entire recording. Isabelle was now terrified, especially when she noticed her husband furiously texting someone. She could also hear the audience murmuring and pointing fingers at her, disapproving of her double standards. This only added to her distress. "Well, I... it's not that I agree with my son's affair... but it's obvious that I will take care of my grandchild, no matter which woman gives birth to him," she declared, trying to appeal to the audience's humanity. With those words, many seemed to sympathize with the older woman. Christian smiled subtly and discreetly glanced at Deborah, who made a face and nodded. They had anticipated this scenario and had come prepared. Deborah sighed. Christian had predicted her ex-mother-in-law would use those words and thus planned a strategy to counter her argument. --- Flashback --- "Alright, Deborah, we’ve gone over all the questions you might be asked
“What?! You can’t—” Roger protested, jumping to his feet. “Yes, I can. In fact, I disagree with Mrs. Peterson’s request. You will be required to pay her $25,000 a month for her expenses and prenatal care.” “$25,000 is too much and—” “Shut up, Roger.” Roger turned around in shock to see his father standing beside him. “Don’t worry, Your Honor. This useless man will pay that amount promptly.” “You took the words right out of my mouth, Mr. George Peterson,” the judge said, smiling. “But to teach your son some humility, he will accompany your wife in a cell for 24 hours. Guards, take him away.” “What?! No! You can’t…” Roger tried to resist, but two policemen escorted him out. With that, the trial ended, and people began to leave. George and Elliot took the opportunity to approach Deborah. “Well… now you’re my ex-sister-in-law,” the teenager said sadly, running over to hug her. [You’ll always be my little brother to me.] Deborah smiled as she separated from the hug. [And no
The Andersons were itching to punch Deborah for the idiocy she had just spouted. They had none of that money left… In three days? They would never be able to gather the nearly $800,000 they had borrowed over the three years of marriage. The twins' plan was in shambles; they had intended to force the mute girl back home to steal her money, believing they deserved it as the beloved children of their parents. Caroline watched their faces intently, smirking as she discerned their obvious thoughts. “So… why did you come over? I doubt it’s to talk to Deborah,” Caroline commented. “Well, believe it or not, we do want to talk to her,” Cassandra insisted. “That’s right, we’re very worried about my big sister,” Ernest added. “Actually, we wanted to tell you that if you want, you can come back home, Debbie,” Vanessa said, trying to sound kind and understanding. [Oh really? And why would you want me back home?] “Deborah, come on, stop joking. We’re your family, and we’re worried abou