He sla:pped me six times in front of his mistress, threw me out into the rain, and left me broken on the street. I called my father with one request: show him no mercy.

He claimed I had been upset, jealous, and unstable.

He suggested I had slipped outside in the rain.

He argued that my father was using his influence to punish Grant over a personal conflict.

Then Rebecca stood.

She played security footage recovered from a neighbor’s camera.

It showed Grant opening the front door.

My bag flying outside.

Me stumbling after it.

The door slamming while I remained barefoot in the storm.

The courtroom fell silent.

Then she presented the hospital report.

The photographs.

The text messages.

Grant’s lawyer objected.