Upon receiving permission from the judge, I pulled out a small USB flash drive and handed it to my attorney.
She immediately connected it to the courtroom's electronic evidence display system.
On the grand screen, a video began to play.
It was a recording from seven years ago, capturing the exact moment Hector proposed to me.
The moment the video flashed onto the screen, the color drained completely from Hector's face, leaving him pale as a sheet.
It seemed he had finally remembered.
He remembered the man he once was—the man who swore solemn oaths and willingly pledged to walk away with nothing just to earn my trust.
The video captured every detail of how he had passionately promised to give me a life of complete happiness.
It showed him holding up that very agreement, declaring to
