The courtroom in Franklin County, Ohio, had fallen so silent that the buzzing lights sounded like insects trapped above everyone’s heads.

Emma Caldwell stood beside her attorney with one hand resting on her swollen belly. Eight months pregnant, pale from nights without sleep, she looked nothing like the woman who had once walked into that same courthouse seven years earlier to get a marriage license with Daniel Caldwell.

Back then, she’d been radiant.

Back then, Daniel had promised her everything.

Back then, she’d believed him.

Across the aisle, Daniel sat with his jaw clenched, his expensive navy suit perfectly smooth, his wedding ring already missing from his left hand. Beside him lounged Vanessa Price, his mistress, thirty-one years old, polished, beautiful, and smiling as though she had won a trophy. Every few seconds, she leaned toward Daniel and whispered something that made the corner of his mouth move upward.

Judge Margaret Whitaker adjusted her glasses and consulted the papers in front of her. “Mrs. Caldwell, your petition states you are requesting an immediate divorce and waiving your claim to the marital home, the savings account, both vehicles, and Mr. Caldwell’s business shares. Is that correct?”

A murmur passed through the courtroom.

Several people in the gallery looked confused. Betrayed wives didn’t usually give everything away. They fought. They demanded. They made their husbands bleed financially for cheating.

But Emma wasn’t like most betrayed wives.

Emma’s attorney, Patricia Chen, stiffened beside her. “Your Honor, my client understands—”