One showed him kissing Jennifer, and the other was a receipt with their expenditures.
[You're dragging us to court over this? Let me explain. The photo is misleading. Jennifer's my secretary. We're just friends.]
He was typing more, but I didn't care to see it. I blocked him again.
I only cared about the outcome. The journey there? Not my problem.
A week later, Antwan and I met at the courthouse.
He looked a mess, unshaven. Jennifer was with him.
Antwan tried to approach me, but my lawyer stepped in. "Please don't contact my client unless necessary."
He called out, "Sue, hear me out. I know I messed up. Let me explain."
Jennifer stood nearby, crying as if I was the bad guy.
"Stop blubbering. What's there to cry about? Apologize to Sue, now." Antwan yelled at Jennifer, looking ready to explode.
I felt irritated watching them.
Now he knew he'd screwed up? Why didn't he cut it off when they first hooked up?
I walked away, not wanting to spend another second there.
In court, I was surprised to see Antwan hadn't brought a lawyer.
He went through it alone, spending the whole time apologizing.
Suddenly, the courtroom door burst open.
Antwan's mother barged in, pushing past staff.