Brian glanced at Rosalynn, who was seated demurely, and reached to lift her up.

His large, veined hand clasped her slim, delicate one.

"Indeed, we've been married for two years. A misunderstanding caused me to overlook that she was my wife. It wasn't until our recent reunion that I recognized her as such. But my wife prefers to keep a low profile, choosing not to disclose our relationship publicly, which led to this confusion. Why would a woman of her integrity feel the need to influence judges with bribes?"

His logic was solid and persuasive.

Rosalynn cast her eyes down at their interlocked fingers, her Lips parting in a slight purse.