Jasper’s expression looked almost sincere, but I felt nothing but emptiness inside. Whatever little trust I had left in him had already dropped to zero.
I sneered, unwilling to spare him anymore, and released every video of his cohabitation with Bianca.
“Jasper, ever since Bianca got pregnant, you’ve lived with her like husband and wife. I endured it, hoping you’d come to your senses, but you disappointed me too deeply.”
It hit him like a bolt of lightning on a clear day. The look on his face showed he couldn’t believe I had known about his affair all along.
I went through every recording and piece of evidence I collected in court one by one. He grew noticeably flustered, and I could see the cracks forming in his composure. We had grown up together, and he knew my temper. Once I prepared this thoroughly, it meant I was ready to burn every bridge and never look back.
My demands were clear and straightforward: first, to pursue their crime of bigamy; second, to reclaim every cent of marital assets he had wasted on Bianca.
Jasper’s lawyer tried every excuse in the book, but mine was sharp and relentless.
With the evidence piled so high, their verbal fencing dragged on for three long hours.
Finally, the first trial concluded with the court finding Jasper and Bianca guilty of bigamy. Each was sentenced to two years in prison. Bianca was also ordered to return all goods and pay back one hundred twenty million dollars in transfers.
Of course, neither Jasper nor Bianca accepted the verdict.
They filed an appeal right there in the courtroom.
The moment we stepped outside after the trial, reporters swarmed us. Cameras flashed, spotlights blurred over Jasper and Bianca’s faces, and microphones pushed forward like
weapons.
Some reporters were even live–streaming, their microphones shoved in Jasper’s face as the questions came rapid–fire.
“Mr. Coleman, according to Miss Hathaway’s evidence, you cheated while your marriage was still intact. How can your conscience be at peace treating your wife like this?”
Another voice cut in before he could answer. “Your wife, Katie Hathaway, released recordings of your conversations. How could you bear to log into her account and post, in her name, that she was a prostitute?”
The crowd pressed closer, the questions sharper.
“As her husband, Mr. Coleman, how could you humiliate the woman who struggled alongside you, calling her a whore, all for the sake of defending an actual prostitute? If you love the mistress so much, why not admit it openly?”
Finally, someone from the back shouted over the noise, “We’ve heard this case has had a major impact on your company’s business. What do you have to say to your shareholders, Mr. Coleman?”
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“If the appeal upholds the verdict, will you regret cheating and fathering a child out of wedlock?”
Hiding behind dark sunglasses, Jasper stood speechless. Without those lenses concealing his embarrassment, I swear he would have wished for the ground to swallow him whole.
Meanwhile, the online storm intensified. The people who once cursed me now directed all their hostility toward Jasper and Bianca.
“These two dogs are both shameless and vile. Do men really throw away everything just for a few moments of pleasure? He abandoned his family for a whore.”
“They grew up in the same hometown, and yet he calls his wife a whore just to protect a prostitute. Jasper is the worst man I’ve ever seen.”
“The wife was so good and hardworking, making money to fund his startup, nursing his paralyzed mother back to health, and this is how he repays her? Scum like them will never meet a good end.”
Everywhere I looked, negative stories about them spread like wildfire.
Bianca’s past as a prostitute was dug up in full detail, and for several days straight, she topped the trending searches as “the most shameless woman in history.”
Finally, Jasper couldn’t hold it together any longer. He approached me personally. His face was gaunt, exhaustion etched into every line.
“What will it take for you to withdraw the lawsuit?” he asked, voice raw.
We sat across from each other in a café, but I felt nothing. My veins went cold. Without saying a word, I pushed the divorce agreement across the table.
Those words, ‘divorce agreement, were like a punch to the gut.
His eyes immediately filled with tears.
“Can we not divorce?” Jasper begged, his voice breaking. “I can cut ties with Bianca and pay her child support every month.”
I sneered.
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