The deposition is a nightmare.
I show up at 10 AM on three hours of sleep, coffee instead of blood in my veins, and Julian's lawyers smell weakness immediately.
"Mrs. Ashford, you look tired," the lead attorney says. His name is Richard something. Expensive suit. Shark eyes. "Rough night?"
Marcus shoots me a warning look. Don't engage.
"I'm fine."
"Really? Because we have it on record that you were at Presbyterian Hospital until 2 AM. That's quite late for someone with a ten o'clock deposition."
My stomach drops. They're watching me. Following me.
"I was visiting a friend."
"A friend." Richard leans back. "Would this friend be the same person you were photographed leaving a hotel with on October fifteenth?"
Marcus intervenes. "That's not relevant to the division of assets."
"Isn'
