Livestreaming My Husband's Total Downfall
Language: en
When the judge’s gavel finally struck the wood, the sound echoed through the courtroom like a gunshot. I sat there, my fingers white-knuckled around the court order, my nails digging so deep into my palms I thought I might draw blood. The verdict was in. I was ordered to record and post a public apology video every day for the next ten days. The recipient? The man currently preening at the plaintiff’s table—my husband, Justin Whitmore. It had started three months ago. In a moment of raw, uncensored fury, I’d taken the sordid details of his affair and posted them on a local community forum.…