Chapter 15 - Confronting the Traitorous Husband Face to Face Again
Three days later, I walked into the maximum-security federal courthouse holding cell block in downtown Boston.
Wearing an orange jumpsuit and heavy leg irons, Graham sat at a stainless-steel table with a public defender.
He looked pale, hollowed out, and utterly defeated by the sudden, violent collapse of his criminal career.
When he heard the heavy metal door swing open, he looked up and locked eyes with me across the room.
“Elena... please... let’s talk about this... we can annul the marriage quietly,” he begged, his voice cracking.
I walked slowly toward the table, stopping just out of his reach as I crossed my arms calmly.
“There’s nothing to discuss, Graham; your trial starts in November, and the prosecutors have everything,” I said.
“My parents took the blame! They said they forced me into it!” he whispered frantically, leaning forward.
“Your parents are currently blaming you in adjacent cells trying to cut individual plea deals,” I informed him.
The blood drained entirely from his face as he realized his family had abandoned him just like he abandoned me.
“You’ll never see a single penny of my family’s money, Graham; you’re going away for a very long time,” I vowed.
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I turned on my heel, leaving him alone in the sterile holding cell to contemplate his miserable future.
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