Brad James walked over and glanced at the pages. He picked them up, scanned them briefly, and then took them to the witness box.“Miss Paige, do you ...ecognize what these are?”Joan perused the pages, “Yes. Yes, I do. These are emails I received from my husband going back, good lord, going back over five years.”“Would you read one or two of the emails that have been highlighted, please.”Joan started, “Joan. I was thinking today about our marriage and what a waste it has been. I wish you would. He has said the truth. Don’t feel bad, Diganth. Wait for five minutes, I’ll prepare you guys Maggi.As Jahnavi’s mom went to prepare Maggi, Jahnavi’s dad, Jahnavi, and I were chitchatting about our future. Jahnavi’s father said he’ll send his daughter to the UK for her future studies and enquired about mine. I revealed I’ll join my father as we had our own construction Company.Jahnavi’s dad liked my idea and said, “Great decision, Diganth.”Her mom prepared and brought us Maggi. I ate the Maggi. My brother had gotten trashed with his friends the day before he was supposed to help us decorate, he barely left the couch and offered only grunts and moans as conversation. "and you won't be antisocial either this year," Mom continued. "No reading books when were decorating, I want us all to do it as a family again, like when your dad was here." I suppressed the groan that was building inside me at the mention of my dad. It had been four years since he had died, I was only fourteen and took. “They were all severe.”“Mm-hmmm,” I responded, gliding my hand over her breasts.“What were they like?” I continued to tickle-touch herneck, breasts, and abdominal area. She was on her backnow.“I used the tawse on the first one. He carried on a lottoward the end – much like you do!”“You bitch,” I mock-scolded her as I tweaked herhardening nipple. “I bet you were creaming in yourpanties the whole time, weren’t.