Divorced And Married To The Wrong Twin

Chapter 3 - Court War

MIRA

“Your Honor, my client, Mrs. Mira Monroe, was married to Mr. Monroe for six years. She gave up her career to build a family with him and raise their child. Under property law and the principle of equitable distribution, she is entitled to a significant share,” my attorney, Miriam Lawson, argued in court.

It had been a month since the case between Roman and me started, and neither of us was willing to bend. I’d tried bending, but I couldn’t, not after seeing Jason in my dreams every night. Not after hearing him call me Mama and beg me to save him. Not after reliving the hospital scene.

And right now, the man I had loved every morning and night for six years had become my sworn enemy. It hurt. I loved Roman. We were literally perfect as a couple. Before that day, I thought we would spend our old age in each other’s arms. It felt like thousands of needles were being pierced into my heart at once.

My intentions could be misunderstood, which was fine. All I wanted was to ruin him. To make him lose everything he called precious. To make him know the feeling of loss. There was no way he would survive if eighty percent of everything he and his family owned were taken from him, and that was exactly what I wanted. To see him suffer. To watch him beg for help and find none. He had to feel double what I felt when I held Jason’s cold, lifeless body in my hands.

“We are asking for eighty percent of all Mr. Monroe’s assets,” she added.

My eyes met Roman’s at my attorney’s last statement, and he threw me a glare that could kill if looks were physical. My heart skipped a beat. It had been a month, and I still hadn’t accepted the fact that we had become enemies, and it would only get worse from here on.

A mocking smirk appeared on his lips, and he mouthed, “You’re a thief.”

I didn’t react. Instead, I turned my gaze away, ignoring him.

His attorney stood up. “Your Honor, this demand is absurd and punitive. Mr. Monroe started his company years before his marriage. In fact, Black Horse was owned by his grandparents, and he has invested significant time, effort, and money into it since becoming CEO, without any contribution from Mrs. Monroe,” he began.

“Mrs. Monroe’s role was that of a stay-at-home spouse with no direct involvement in the businesses. My client is offering a one-time settlement of one million dollars, with no additional claims to real property or business interests. He will not surrender assets he alone developed and risked everything to create,” he added.

I sneered, my eyes finding him. He was unbelievable. One million dollars as a settlement? What was that for? To bury my pain? Or pretend he didn’t taint our bond?

Miriam stood up immediately. “Your Honor, we object to this hostile posture. My client gave up everything for Mr. Monroe. She left a well-paying job and abandoned her dreams to support him and raise their child. But how did Mr. Monroe repay her?” She scanned the courtroom as though calculating the perfect moment to strike. “He cheated on her and became the reason their only child died. He didn’t just cause her—”

“Objection!” his attorney shouted.

“Overruled,” the judge said firmly.

He gulped and sat back down, visibly embarrassed.

“Mr. Monroe didn’t just betray my client; he also caused her pain she will carry for the rest of her life,” she continued.

His lips twitched into something that didn’t resemble a smile, and a dark glint flashed across his eyes. He stared at me intently, the kind of stare that mocked you for walking into his trap.

My heart stuttered, an ominous feeling rising within me. Goosebumps spread across my skin. I could tell he was planning something that would either ruin me or the case.

“Your Honor, the accusations against my client are false and an attempt to cover up Mrs. Monroe’s own crimes and indecent acts,” his attorney declared, causing my brows to crease. I sat up straight, trying to process his words. My crimes? Indecent acts? What were they hiding? I exchanged a glance with my attorney. She was equally as surprised as I was.

“Mrs. Monroe is the one who has been cheating on my client with his twin brother.”

“What!” I shot up from my seat, clutching the edge of the table. “What nonsense are you—”

Miriam gestured sharply. “Keep silent,” forcing me to shut my mouth. So I watched as he continued his lies. I cheated with Roman’s twin brother? As far as I knew, he was an only child.

“Their son Jason’s death was also a result of her negligence. My client confirmed that his brother was home that day to join them for their wedding anniversary, and because he was held up by an impromptu meeting at work, he couldn’t join them early. Because of that, she sent all the workers away for the day so she could have enough privacy with him,” the attorney continued. “Your honour, we all know Mrs. Monroe and my client’s twin brother must have been busy together and didn’t pay attention to the deceased, Jason Monroe.”

“Objection!” Miriam snapped, her face flushed with anger. We hadn’t expected them to turn the situation around like this.

“Overruled.”

Roman’s attorney smiled victoriously and continued. He pulled out a flash drive from his pocket. “This contains all the necessary evidence to prove that Mrs. Monroe is a fraud and that her accusations against my client are false.”

My eyes widened, and my breathing grew heavy from confusion, shock, and dread. There was no way they would present an empty drive. I desperately wanted to know what he had prepared.

They were permitted to play the contents of the flash drive, and they did.

However, nothing could have prepared me for what appeared on the screen.