Liam knelt behind the line the officer had set. His hands stayed open where the police could see them.
“Clara, please. It was Chloe. She manipulated me and filled my head with stories about her family and connections.”
He wiped his face against his shoulder. “I was a fool. It was always you.”
I watched him try every answer except the truth.
“Our five years, Clara. Think about our home and the life we built. That chipped mug you loved? I kept it for you.”
He leaned forward until the officer warned him back. “We can fix this. We can get married tomorrow. Tell them it was a mistake. I'll spend my life making it up to you.”
He called it a mistake because the word demanded no intent.
The board, civil court, and criminal court each had work ahead. My part was simpler: Liam would have no p
