Eight Months Pregnant, I Came To Court For A Divorce – But When My Husband’s Mistress Hit Me In Front Of Everyone, The Judge Suddenly Ordered The Courtroom Sealed-tete – Reading Times

“Sarah Jane Miller Prescott,” he announced while looking over his spectacles at the man sitting across from me. Harrison’s head snapped toward the bench as he tried to process why the judge was using my maiden name.

Tiffany let go of Harrison’s arm and stepped back as if she sensed the sudden change in the atmosphere. For the last six years, Harrison had called me Sarah when he wanted to sound affectionate and nothing at all when he wanted to make me feel small.

He had convinced me that the Miller name was a relic of a life that no longer mattered. He told me that my mother’s legacy was just a burden I needed to put away so I could focus on being his wife.

The judge looked back down at the document in his hand and then turned his gaze toward Harrison. “Mr. Prescott, are you familiar with the specific contents of this emergency filing that arrived this morning?” he asked.