My husband filed for divorce as if he were filing a complaint.

The courtroom fell silent.

Caleb abruptly turned his head toward her. For the first time that day, his composure crumbled.

“Harper, sit down,” he said, tense.

She didn’t sit down.

The judge leaned slightly forward.

“What do you want to show me?”

Harper swallowed.

“A video. It’s on my tablet. I saved it because I didn’t know who else to tell.”
My stomach sank. A video?

Caleb’s lawyer stood up immediately.

“Your Honor, we object—”