Judge Whitman removed her glasses and set them on the bench, never taking her eyes from Riley.
"Now I will need a few minutes to go over the evidence presented by Mrs. Smith's counsel."
The silence in the courtroom was suffocating as she reviewed the mountain of evidence spread before her. Honey could hear her own heartbeat thundering in her ears, could feel Grayson's presence beside her. She really wanted this to end today. Honey looked over at Riley.
He sat rigid in his chair, the cocky bastard finally looking a little less sure of himself. His expensive suit couldn't hide the sweat stains forming around the collar of his shirt or the trails of sweat running down his face. Getting caught lying in court wasn't doing him any good, and he knew it.
"Mr. Smith," Judge Whitman began, her v
