Divorce Court
Tuesday 21st, November, 9:27 AM
The courthouse felt cold as Honey walked through the metal detectors before entering courtroom 7, but that could just be how she was feeling. Three years. Three hellish years of her life wasted on the man who sat smugly at the defendant's table, acting like he was the wronged party in all this mess.
Riley looked good. The bastard always looked good. Designer suit, which she paid for, perfectly styled hair, that boyish smile that had fooled her. I was still pissed he was out on bail only five days after being arrested. Brittany was safe and that was the main thing.
Her friends and father had wanted to be here with her today, but she had said no. She didn't want others to witness the humiliation of her ending marriage. Everyone except Grayson
