Part 2
For the first time since I had known him, Evan Reed stopped acting.
Claudia clutched his sleeve. Vanessa’s mouth parted slightly. Marcus’s smile froze, though only for a moment. Then he stood, smooth as oil.
“Your Honor, this is theatrics. My client is a respected developer. Mrs. Reed has fabricated a fantasy because she cannot accept the marriage is over.”
The judge opened the folder.
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The first document was a certified paternity test. Evan had stated in his emergency petition that he had been separated from me for eleven months and had “reason to doubt” my son’s paternity. The test proved otherwise. So did the hospital record from the night Evan visited my room under a false name because he did not want Vanessa to know.
The second section was medical. Three emergency visits. Two “falls.” One fractured wrist. Every report carried the same note: patient anxious, husband answers most questions. But behind those reports were dated, printed photographs taken by a nurse who had quietly handed me a card for a domestic violence advocate.
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