He Spent a Year Paying a Doctor to Write Down a Fragile, Unstable Version of Me That Didn’t Exist — So When He Finally Set Me Aside, the Whole World Would Believe I’d Simply Come Apart on My Own

“No,” I said.

“I’m going out the front.” I wore no scarf and no dark glasses and I did not lower my head, because there was nothing about me that needed hiding — that had been his lie, not my truth.

A reporter shouted whether I would ever forgive him, and I stopped on the courthouse steps and looked into the cameras.

“For years the world believed a love story that was written around me without my knowledge,” I said.

“So let me offer one true thing.