“Your Honor, I have seventy-three pages of Facebook messages, text records, security footage, and financial statements proving Mr. Jensen planned this affair for over a year, funded it with stolen money from my client, and knowingly entered into a second marriage while still legally married to her.”
She set a thick folder down with a thud that seemed to vibrate through the whole courtroom.
The judge flipped through the first pages, then the next. His eyebrows climbed higher. He read silently for a few seconds, then aloud:
Can’t wait to see her stupid face when she realizes I took her for everything.
He looked up over his glasses. “Mr. Jensen, did you write this?”
Ethan swallowed. “That’s out of context.”
There was a pause in which even the bailiff seemed interested.
Then the judge said, dry as old paper, “What context makes that sound better?”
Silence.
Rebecca shifted in her seat. Even Margaret stopped moving.