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Chapter 4 - The Annulment Trap

Two days later, Victoria and I sat in a high-end law office downtown across from Margaret, Evan, and their legal counsel, a slick corporate attorney named Richard Hayes.

Evan looked exhausted, hollowed out. He kept trying to catch my eye, but I kept my gaze fixed on the mahogany table. Margaret sat next to him, wearing an expensive pearls-and-tweed outfit, looking smug and completely unbothered.

"Let's make this simple," Hayes began, sliding a thick document across the table. "My clients are willing to file for an annulment based on non-disclosure of material medical facts. In exchange for Nora signing a non-disclosure agreement regarding the events at the wedding, the Whitmore family will refrain from pursuing legal costs."

Victoria didn't even touch the document. She simply laughed—a slow, mocking sound that made Margaret’s spine stiffen.

"Non-disclosure of medical facts?" Victoria asked. She pulled a thick binder from her briefcase and slammed it onto the glass table. "Mr. Hayes, my client isn't signing your garbage."

Victoria opened the binder, pulling out high-resolution printouts. "Here is a text message from Evan Whitmore dated fourteen months ago: 'Baby, don't worry about buying the new wig, let me pay for it, you look beautiful bare-headed or with hair.' Here is a photo from two years ago at a private resort, where Evan is standing next to Nora while she wears a headscarf."

Hayes glanced at the documents, his professional calm slipping slightly. He looked at Evan. "You told me she concealed this from you."

Evan swallowed hard. "I... I never said she concealed it from me. My mother said—"

"Quiet, Evan!" Margaret snapped, turning her sharp eyes onto Victoria. "It doesn't matter what my son knew! She humiliated our family in front of 146 high-society guests! She lied by omission to the rest of the family!"

"Your family isn't the legal entity contracting the marriage, Mrs. Whitmore," Victoria countered smoothly. "Your son is. And legally, he knew everything. Furthermore, we have audio recordings from guests at the reception confirming that you committed intentional assault and battery by physically stripping my client's garments from her body."

Margaret’s face turned pale. "Assault? I was adjusting her veil!"

"You pulled her wig off and held it like a trophy while degrading her," Victoria corrected sharply. "That is intentional infliction of emotional distress, battery, and defamation. If you do not withdraw this ridiculous fraud petition by 5:00 PM today, we will not only file for a contested divorce demanding full alimony, but we will also file a civil lawsuit against Margaret Whitmore personally for five million dollars."

Evan gasped. "Five million?!"

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"Nora, please!" Evan blurted out, leaning across the table, his composure entirely gone. "We can fix this! You don't have to sue my mother! I'll leave her house, I'll go to therapy with you, just please talk to me!"

I looked Evan dead in the eye for the first time that morning. "You had your chance to choose me, Evan. You chose her schedule. Now, you can pay her bills."

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