“She planned all of it! She trapped me!”

The bailiffs instinctively stepped toward him.

I didn’t flinch. I slowly buttoned my blouse, securing the collar back in place, and looked directly into the eyes of the man who had tried to break me.

“No, Evan,” I said, my voice ringing clearly through the stunned courtroom. “I didn’t trap you. I merely applied the scientific method to the choices you freely made.”

The gavel fell—but the reverberations of that strike would change the trajectory of five lives forever.

Part 4: The Autopsy of a Marriage

The judge’s ruling was swift, merciless, and absolute.