She simply dimmed the courtroom lights and pressed play on the kitchen security footage on the massive monitors facing the jury box.

Gasps rippled through the gallery.

The jurors watched in horrified silence as Vivian maliciously hefted the cast-iron pot, and they watched Daniel casually swirl his whiskey as the scalding liquid struck my flesh.

Then the high-definition audio of Daniel’s chilling directive bounced off the oak-paneled walls: “We need to build a better story.”

Once the visceral shock of the assault had set the tone, the prosecutor unleashed the avalanche of financial evidence.

She paraded bank executives, cybersecurity experts, and forensic accountants to the stand.