“Beep! This fragment is marked as top-priority memory,” the cold, mechanical voice said. The courtroom instantly stirred.
“You beast! How dare you think of this? Tasha fought with her family to be with you and gave you everything! And this is how you repay her? Disgusting! Looking at these happy memories, doesn’t your conscience hurt? When she was screaming for help, were you still thinking about this? Do you deserve anything?!”
Insults filled the courtroom and people threw rotten eggs and vegetables at me again.
The bailiffs moved in again to control the crowd, but people looked ready to break through, their angry shouts ringing in my ears.
Vincent kicked me hard and I crashed to the floor. My knee slammed into the tiles, the pain almost numb.
“Erickson!” he shouted coldly. “You still dare to remember these things? You have no right!”
Lying on the ground with blurred vision, I saw my in-laws. My mother-in-law collapsed into her husband’s arms, crying, while he held her with shaking hands and looked at me as if I were a monster.
“If Tasha knew what you were really like, she’d rather die than marry you!”