Chapter 140: The Prenuptial Agreement
The area in front of the New York Supreme Court was packed. This was the most watched divorce case in the city—a high-society scandal involving a famous designer’s "affair," a betrayed best friend, and a secret pregnancy.
At 9:00 AM, a black Maybach pulled up. Ryan stepped out first, looking sharp in a charcoal three-piece suit. He turned to shield Evelyn as she emerged.
Evelyn wore a crisp black suit, her hair pulled back, her face nearly bare of makeup. She didn't hide from the flashing lights or the microphones. She looked directly into the cameras with an unnerving calm.
"Mrs. Green, are Sophie Martin’s claims true?" "Is the baby really Dr. Reed’s?"
The bodyguards pushed back the crowd. Ryan stayed by her side, his body acting as a barrier against the malice of the crowd.
Inside the courtroom, the tension was thick. Damian sat at the defendant's table. Despite his custom suit, the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes betrayed his anxiety. When he saw Evelyn walk in, his gaze was a mix of fury and a stubborn refusal to let go.
Octavina sat in the front row of the gallery, her bandages removed to reveal red, angry scars. She glared at Evelyn as if she wanted to rip her apart. Sienna, who had no official standing, hid in the back corner wearing a hat and mask.
"All rise!"
The gavel struck. The trial officially began. Due to the public interest, parts of the trial were being live-streamed.
Damian’s legal team struck first. "Your Honor, my client, Damian Green, has been the victim in this marriage," the lead counsel began. "Mrs. Green had a long-term inappropriate relationship with the family doctor, Ethan Reed, and even conceived a child with him. To hide the scandal, she faked a miscarriage and is now seeking a divorce to claim a massive portion of the Green family assets."
Sophie’s tearful video statement began playing on the large screen. The live stream comments exploded with insults directed at Evelyn. Damian watched her, hoping to see a flicker of guilt or fear.
But Evelyn sat perfectly straight, a faint, mocking smile on her lips.
"Counsel for the plaintiff, do you have a rebuttal?" the judge asked.
Wilson, the elite lawyer Ryan had hired, stood up. He adjusted his tie and didn't even glance at the video. Instead, he pulled a biohazard-labeled cooler from his briefcase.
"Regarding the paternity of the child, we have already submitted biological samples to the court," Wilson said. "The forensic team will perform an expedited comparison during the recess. The truth doesn't rely on a bribed video. Now, we will show the court the actual evidence."
Wilson signaled his team. The screen went black, then flickered to life with high-definition surveillance footage, hotel check-in records, and Damian’s personal bank statements.
The gallery watched as Damian was seen entering luxury hotels with Sienna, kissing her in elevators, and flirting by pools. The bank records showed transfers of hundreds of thousands of dollars to Sienna’s account. Then came the audio recording from the orphanage—Damian admitting he only refused the divorce for the sake of the company’s IPO.
The room erupted. Damian’s lawyers turned pale. Damian himself hadn't expected Evelyn to have such a complete, undeniable chain of evidence.
"This... this is an invasion of privacy!" Damian’s lawyer protested.
"This is ironclad proof of marital infidelity," Wilson shot back. He then pulled a yellowed document from a folder.
Ryan sat in the gallery, his legs crossed, watching Damian with a cold, predatory smile. The main event was starting.
"Your Honor, given that the defendant, Damian Green, committed gross misconduct during the marriage—including long-term infidelity, transferring marital assets to a mistress, and allowing his family to harm the plaintiff—we invoke the supplemental clause of the Prenuptial Agreement signed eight years ago."
Wilson held the paper high, his voice carrying to every corner of the room.
"According to the agreement, if either party commits substantial infidelity or causes significant physical or mental harm to the other, the at-fault party unconditionally waives all claims to marital property. Everything is to be transferred to the non-offending party as compensation."
Silence fell over the court. Damian stood up so fast his chair flipped over with a loud bang.
"What are you saying?" he shouted in shock. "What prenup? I never signed anything like that! It’s a forgery!"
Octavina rushed to the railing, ignoring court protocol. "You liar! Are you insane for money? Damian would never sign that! This is fraud! I’m calling the police!"
Evelyn slowly turned her head. She looked at the hysterical mother and son with zero emotion.
Eight years ago. The night before they got their marriage license. Damian had been drunk, kneeling before her, swearing he would never be like his father who abandoned his family. He had vowed to love only her. To prove it, he had handwritten that agreement, signed it, and stamped it with his thumbprint.
Back then, Evelyn was so in love she didn't take it seriously. It was just a romantic gesture. Until the day she got that text from Sienna.
"Whether it’s a forgery or not is written in black and white," Wilson said, handing the document to the bailiff.
The screen projected the end of the document. There, in clear ink, was the signature: Damian Green. On the other side, Evelyn’s signature was in fresher ink.
The clause was active.
"No... that’s impossible..." Damian stared at the signature. He remembered now. That night, he had been so desperate for her trust, so eager to prove he was a better man than his father. He thought he would never cheat. He thought it was just a piece of paper.
"Objection! Your Honor! This document is ancient and was held by only one party. Its authenticity is in question!" Damian’s lawyer shouted, sweating through his shirt. "We request a handwriting analysis! This is a fabrication!"
"Yes! A forgery!" Octavina screamed. "She’ll do anything for money! Damian, tell them! You never signed it!"
The court was in chaos. Evelyn looked at Damian’s bloodless face and felt a wave of pity. He had actually forgotten. To him, those vows were just tools to get what he wanted, to be discarded once used.
"Silence!" the judge hammered.
As the judge prepared to call a recess for analysis, Wilson spoke again, his voice dripping with confidence. "There is no need for a recess."
He pulled out another thick report. "We anticipated Mr. Green’s 'forgetfulness.' This is a handwriting analysis report from the most prestigious forensic center in New York. The comparison samples were taken from multiple official documents signed by Mr. Green eight years ago."
Wilson paused, his gaze like a knife. "The result: a 100% match. The signature of Damian Green is authentic and valid. Furthermore, the agreement specifies that it is effective upon signing, without the need for notarization."
Bang.
Damian felt as if something had exploded in his brain. His legs gave out, and he slumped to the floor.
It was over.
He wouldn't just lose his wife; he would lose his shares in Omni Group, his mansion, his cars, his savings... He was going to be penniless.
Octavina heard the words "authentic and valid," and her eyes rolled back. She clutched her heart and collapsed into her chair, her mouth working soundlessly as she cursed, "You witch... you evil witch..."