I looked toward the back of the courtroom.

Vanessa Hale was sitting in the second row, her blonde hair perfectly styled.

She looked tense, her fingers twisting the strap of her designer handbag.

She didn’t look at Grant.

She looked at the tablet the young woman had left on the empty chair beside her.

The scandal was spreading, and she was realizing she was caught in the middle of it.

I knew what the headline on Nathan’s phone said.

Someone had leaked our marriage license details and our timeline to the press.

It had Grant’s fingerprints all over it.

“Thank you, Mr. Whitmore,” Vance said.

“Your Honor, we would like to call our next witness.”

Vance turned and looked at the gallery.

“We call Evelyn Whitmore to the stand.”

My stomach dropped.

Evelyn stood up, smoothing the front of her designer skirt.

She walked to the witness stand with the grace of a woman who had never known a day of financial worry.

She took the oath, her voice steady and clear.

“Mrs. Whitmore,” Vance said, walking over to her.