Three months later, the day of the verdict finally arrived, and Yolanda was there too.
She sat in the witness stand, her face as pale as a sheet, while the audience whispered harshly, branding her the other woman. At four months, her pregnancy should have been unmistakable. Yet, her belly was flat, suggesting the child was gone.
Fenton slumped in the defendant’s seat, his spirit crushed and his demeanor utterly defeated. His lawyer had laid it all out for him, and when he saw me, it was as if he’d seen a lifeline.
With a last glimmer of desperation, he pleaded, “Liana, come on, can't we just work this out and make peace?”
I ignored him, firmly refusing any settlement.
The last flicker of hope in his eyes was snuffed out. Fenton was sentenced to five years for bigamy, intentional assa
