Elena Santiago POV:
The judge's direct question hung in the air, thick and heavy. Declan, usually so composed, visibly flinched. He looked at his lawyer, then at Bridgett, then back at the judge, his face a mask of manufactured confusion.
"Your Honor," Declan's lawyer interjected smoothly, "my client denies any allegations of infidelity. This is a baseless accusation, a desperate attempt by Ms. Santiago to extort money from my client."
The courtroom, which had been silent, erupted into a low murmur. Reporters, who had packed the gallery, began furiously typing on their laptops.
"Order! Order in the court!" the judge commanded, her gavel banging sharply. The murmuring died down, but the tension remained.
A loud whisper from the back of the gallery cut through the silence. "That's her, the one who's trying to ruin poor Declan! Heard she pushed his pregnant girlfriend down the stairs!"
Another voice chimed in, "Yeah, and she's infertile! She can't even give him kids, but she wants to take all his money!"
My cheeks burned. The online rumors, fueled by Declan's PR team, had painted me as the villain. A bitter, jealous, infertile wife attacking an innocent pregnant woman.
The judge slammed her gavel again, her eyes narrowing. "I will not tolerate disruptions or slander in my courtroom. Ms. Santiago has the right to a fair hearing, free from public prejudice." She looked pointedly at the reporters. "Any further outbursts will result in contempt charges."
She turned back to Declan. "Mr. Harris, I asked you a direct question. Do you admit to the allegations of infidelity, or do you not?"
Declan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He glanced at Bridgett, who was looking at him with wide, innocent eyes, a perfect picture of vulnerability.
"Your Honor," Declan finally said, his voice strained, "this is all a tragic misunderstanding. My wife... she's been through a lot. The accident, her chronic pain... it's affected her judgment. She's twisting things. There was no affair. Bridgett is an employee, nothing more. My wife found a stray cat, and somehow, this simple act of kindness sparked a delusion in her mind." He gestured vaguely towards me. "She believes the cat, a mere animal, led her to believe in a fantasy of betrayal."
A few chuckles rippled through the gallery. Some people shook their heads, clearly buying his narrative. He's trying to make me sound insane.
"Delusion?" I scoffed, unable to hold back. "So the pregnant woman sitting next to you is just a figment of my imagination, Mr. Harris? And the baby in her womb? Is that a figment too?"
Declan's face tightened. "Your Honor, Ms. Santiago is clearly agitated. She's making wild statements. This is exactly what I'm talking about. She needs help, not a divorce." He looked at his parents, who nodded in agreement. My parents, sitting in the back corner of the gallery, looked away, ashamed.
Bridgett, seizing her moment, suddenly rose from her seat, her hand instinctively going to her belly. Her voice was soft, trembling, but it carried through the silent courtroom.
"Your Honor, if I may," she began, addressing the judge with a tearful plea. "I understand Elena's pain. I truly do. It must be so difficult for her, unable to... unable to have children of her own." She cast a pitying glance in my direction. "But she's twisting the truth. Declan is a good man. A kind man. He helped me when I was struggling, just a junior associate. He was a mentor. That's all. She's just jealous, Your Honor. Jealous of my youth, of my career, of my... my future."
She paused, taking a shaky breath, then continued. "She's also very angry. Angry that Declan won't sign over his entire fortune to her. She wants to take everything from him, to leave him with nothing. She's a greedy, vengeful woman, Your Honor, who will stop at nothing to hurt Declan. She even attacked me at his office, trying to hurt my baby."
A fresh wave of whispers and angry murmurs erupted from the gallery. The reporters were a frenzy of clicks and flashes. Their headlines for tomorrow were writing themselves: "Envious Wife Attacks Pregnant Mistress," "Barren Woman Seeks Revenge."
Declan looked at me, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "See, Elena? Bridgett is far more understanding than you'll ever be. She's willing to overlook your madness, your cruelty. She's a good woman." He leaned forward, his voice a low sneer meant only for me. "And you? You're just a bitter, old hag."
My blood ran cold. Bitter, old hag. The words echoed in my mind, cutting deeper than the slap across my face. Yet, a strange calm settled over me. His vitriol, his blatant lies, his smug satisfaction-it was all a performance, albeit a convincing one. Their collective attack only served to sharpen my resolve.
I looked at Declan, then at Bridgett, then at the judge. A slow, chilling smile spread across my face.
"Old hag?" I repeated, my voice devoid of emotion. "Bitter? Vengeful? Perhaps. But at least I'm not a man who gets a woman pregnant, then denies the child, while gaslighting his wife into thinking she's insane." I paused, letting the implication hang. "And as for Bridgett's claims, Declan, darling, are you so sure I'm the one who's trying to ruin your reputation?"
I turned to the judge, my voice clear and strong. "Your Honor, I asked Mr. Harris a simple question. Does he admit to infidelity? He has evaded it, deflected, and attempted to paint me as mentally unstable." I took a deep breath. "Perhaps it's time for the court to hear the evidence. All of it."
The judge looked at me, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. "Ms. Santiago, are you prepared to present your evidence now?"
"I am, Your Honor," I confirmed, a steel resolve in my voice. "And I assure you, it will leave no doubt about Mr. Harris's infidelity, his character, and the true nature of this marriage."
Declan, who had been smirking, suddenly went rigid. Bridgett's eyes widened, a flash of genuine fear replacing her feigned innocence. The courtroom held its breath, sensing a shift.
"Very well," the judge said, her gaze sweeping over the silent room. "Let the evidence be presented."
My lawyer, a quiet but formidable woman named Sarah Chen, rose from her seat. She walked to the projection screen, a USB drive in her hand. A hush fell over the courtroom, so profound you could hear a pin drop.
I watched Declan's face, the smugness slowly draining away, replaced by a dawning horror. He knew. He knew I had something. And the truth, once exposed, would burn him to ashes.
