Letting out a sigh, I dropped the photos on the table. “How long has he been having me followed?” I asked as my voice sounded weak.
Kyle cleared his throat and began talking. “When was this last picture taken, Mrs. Jackson?”
Feeling tears build in my eyes, I dug my nails into my hands. “Please, call me Sierra. I can’t stand to hear his name.”
“Of course, my apologies.”
I couldn’t believe Dodge thought I had lied to him. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I turned to Mr. Walker and didn’t even bother to look at Dodge.
“The last picture was taken about six months before I caught my husband in bed with Lisa. It was at a team-building event for work. I have other pictures from that event, as well as a video I’m sure I can get my hands on. It will show that I had just made the winning goal in a stupid soccer game we were playing. Dr. Emmerson ran up and grabbed me and spun me around, congratulating me.”
Taking a chance to look at Dodge, I shook my head and let out a gruff laugh. “Had Robert asked whoever was following me where this was taken, he would have known I could dispute it. Honestly, it appears it’s not only Robert’s lawyer who doesn’t do their homework before they throw out accusations.” Dodge looked away.
Swallowing hard, I looked back at Mr. Walker. “The other photo, of us jogging together . . . we weren’t alone; it was a jogging group that some of the doctors and nurses set up. Elliot asked me to join them for a run and I did. The other photo, Elliot was dropping me off at home and was saying good-bye. He leaned in to kiss me, but I told him no. I’m guessing that’s why the super smart PI didn’t get a picture of us kissing . . . because we never did.”
“Are you dating Dr. Emmerson, Sierra?” Mr. Walker asked.
Shaking my head, I whispered, “No. But even if I was, Mr. Walker, I’m legally separated. Am I not allowed to date anyone?”
Standing up, Mr. Walker walked over to me. “Of course you are, Sierra. It’s just we need you to be careful. It seems Dr. Jackson is becoming desperate. He’s grasping at straws now if he is trying to pull affairs out of the air.”
Nodding my head, I looked back at Dodge. “Maybe next time before you accuse me of something, Aaron, you should ask me first.”
Dodge stood up. “I wasn’t accusing; I was trying to get answers, Sierra.”
Shaking my head, I took a few steps back. “Is there anything else we need to discuss before the hearing? I’m not feeling very well and ready to head home.”