Yes, sir." Her voice trembled, but she didn't sit down.
"All right. Bring it here."
Chloe walked forward, unzipped her backpack, and pulled out her tablet. It now had a cracked corner. I mentally kicked myself for not having noticed that before. The bailiff connected it to the courtroom screen.
I had no idea what she was about to reveal.
When the first image appeared on the big screen, the whole courtroom seemed to stop breathing.
I had no idea what she was about to reveal.
The screen showed a still image. It was from a video file.
The date stamp was from two weeks before my surgery.
The bailiff pressed play. Nick was sitting in our living room. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, speaking in a low voice. We couldn't see who he was talking to, but the voice sounded like a woman's.
"I'm telling you," Nick said in the recording, "once the transplant's done, I'll finally be free."
The courtroom went silent.
We couldn't see who he was talking to.
Nick's lawyer tried to object, but the judge shut him down.
In the clip, Nick continued, unaware he was being recorded.
"I've already met with a lawyer. Assets are getting moved. The custody strategy is in place. She won't see it coming. I'll leave her with nothing."
My ears rang.
I couldn't believe that's what he was planning just before I risked my life for him!
"I'll leave her with nothing."
