CHAPTER 6
Two weeks later, the Manhattan family court was packed with media vultures eager to feast on the downfall of prominent high-society figures. Victoria sat at the defense table, wearing a pristine white Chanel suit designed to project an image of a wronged, innocent homemaker.
She dabbed at dry eyes with a silk handkerchief, whispering fabricated lies to her high-priced defense attorney whenever the judge looked in her direction. Liam sat across the aisle, flanked by Marcus and two powerhouse attorneys, looking immaculate in a tailored charcoal suit and unbuttoned shirt.
When the presiding judge called the case, Liam’s lead attorney stood up and submitted the decrypted security footage and financial records directly into evidence. The courtroom murmured in collective shock as the judge played a silent, damning clip of Victoria cornering the crying children in the hallway.
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Victoria’s composure shattered instantly, her face draining of color as she realized her carefully constructed web of lies had completely disintegrated. She stood up abruptly, pointing an accusing finger at Liam while screaming out curses that echoed off the mahogany courtroom walls.
“He’s lying! He planted those files! You can't do this to me!” Victoria shrieked before court officers physically forced her back down into her chair. The judge banged his gavel twice, his face carved from stone as he handed down a swift, uncompromising verdict.
