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“Yeah sure, but why would you want to be around a woman like that? She sounds dangerous like she could really hurt someone.” he leans forward, “Or is that how she gets when she’s drunk?”

Keeping a straight expression, I respond, “I would take whatever she says seriously. She doesn’t lie.”

Chapter 29

Savannah

“Miss Richmond, where is your lawyer?” The judge asks.

It is the third time the judge has asked if my attorney will show up in the last twenty minutes. The attorney Michael hired to take over my case is late for my hearing. My life is a literal sad, tragic comedy.

The tiny sliver of hope I had when I got out of the car, as the reporters were swarming and demanding to know if I thought I was going to be vindicated, disappears into thin air.

I know I should have fired him long ago, especially after I found out that he was seeing Alice. The hurt I felt finding them together, and then getting into my car and trying to convince myself that I was imagining the betrayal all over again.

It should have been enough for me to realize that I needed to stand up for myself.

Actually, it was. I just trusted the wrong people. Three times in a row.

But I didn’t have the means to find a good lawyer on my own.

After scouring the top firms and getting high quotes, I went to the low-budget ones and they were…well, openly pessimistic about the outcome of my case. Most informed me that it wasn’t too late to take a plea deal, something that I was never offered.

With my tail tucked between my legs, I went back to the attorney Michael had paid for. He assured me that he would do his best, but I never had confidence in him from the beginning.

“I should have represented myself if I knew this shit would go down,” I mutter. “There is no difference between doing that and having a lawyer that won’t show up on the final day of trial.”

“Are you in touch with your attorney, Miss Richmond?”

I can tell that the judge is nearing the end of her patience, and if I ever had some standing with the jury, I’ve lost it with this delay.

As I open my mouth to defend myself, the doors to the courtroom burst open.

I turn around, rolling my eyes and ready with a string of curse words brewing on my tongue only to end up with my jaw hanging open in complete shock.

The two people who walk in are none other than Michael Stone and Peter Richmond.

Michael catches my eye as he walks down the aisle, and he winks.

I am stunned at first, but when I recover, I am livid.

What on earth is he doing here? Did Alice send him to watch me go down in flames because she couldn’t make it?

Then he comes over to the defense’s table and takes a seat, and my anger turns to confusion. I see Peter sit in the front pew of the audience, and he winks at me too.

What in God’s name is happening in this courtroom right now?

Michael taps my arms. I turn to him, glaring with the fury of a thousand suns.

“I don’t know what this charade is, but you better have an explanation or you better cut this out,” I hiss.

“Cut what out?”

“This,” I spread out my arms. “Whatever this nonsense is. You said you wanted off my case. You assigned me to another lawyer, and now you’re here and he is nowhere to be found?”

He smiles.

But his smile drops when I glare at him.

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