There were records.
There were dates.
There were independent witnesses.
And there were contradictions that Arthur’s expensive lawyers could not make disappear.
Still, the civil lawsuit continued.
Arthur believed he could win by exhausting me before the evidence reached a judge.
He was about to discover how badly he had underestimated me.
The Day They Laughed at Me
The hearing was scheduled for a Monday morning in a county courthouse.
It concerned preliminary issues in the civil lawsuit, including the disputed financial documents, the parties’ requests for relief, and whether certain claims should proceed.
It was not a criminal trial, and I was not appearing as a prosecutor. I was a party defending herself in a civil dispute, represented by my own attorney.
But Arthur had turned the hearing into a family spectacle.
He arrived with Vivian, Daniel, several relatives, and a team of lawyers. They filled the front benches as though they were attending a performance.
