Chapter 3 - The Confident Whisper
The judge leaned forward over his mahogany bench, tapping his pen against a stack of psychological evaluation papers presented by Beckett's high-priced legal team.
"Colonel Bennett," the judge said, looking down at Claire with a skeptical frown. "The medical reports submitted here suggest severe PTSD-induced delusions and irrational aggression. Do you have anything to say in response to these grave claims?"
Beckett smirked, crossing his arms with smug satisfaction, convinced he had completely boxed his wife into a corner.
Claire leaned slightly closer to her defense microphone, her voice dropping into a low, icy, confident whisper.
"Keep talking, Beckett," Claire said softly, her blue eyes locking onto his. "The mic caught every single word."
Beckett's smirk flickered. "What are you talking about? You're delusional!"
May you like
"Every word in the living room," Claire added, her voice steady as steel. "Every word in the kitchen. And every word you whispered to the corrupt doctor who signed those fake evaluation forms."
👉 Who was about to walk through the heavy wooden doors at the back of the courtroom?
