I turned and looked at my husband.
“I don’t want the house he took her to while I was at scans. I don’t want the money he spent on her. I don’t want the cars or the furniture or anything with a lie attached to it.”
My voice went, and I stayed standing.
“I want my baby born a long way from him.”
Garrick stood up. “She’s being emotional, Your Honour. She’s trying to make me look like a monster.”
“Sit down, Mr. Reyne.”
He sat. His face did not.
And I said, “You’ve already taken the only thing that mattered,” which I had not planned and which I am not proud of, because it was for the room.
Then Judge Vane closed the folder in front of her and stood up.
“Before I make any order, there’s a matter this court needs to deal with.”
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