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The real sting came from the way he no longer felt the need to hide his infidelity or his lack of respect for me. I sat at the respondent’s table and pressed my hand firmly onto the manila folder that contained the evidence of our life together.
Inside were ultrasound reports, overdue bills from the hospital, and screenshots of messages I had been too humiliated to share with anyone else. My attorney, Simon Fletcher, was not at his seat even though the hearing was scheduled to begin in minutes.
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