“Yes.”
“Did Mr Stanton tell her of his infidelities?”
“No.”
“Who told her?”
“Amelie Richards, the other woman,” Simon replies.
“I see. Tell me how Natasha handled this?” the prosecutor asks.
“She was devastated and became reclusive.”
Joshua’s head drops in shame. God, what must be going through his head right now?
“But Joshua came back didn’t he?” the prosecutor asks.
“Yes.”
“And what happened?”
“He started to pursue her again,” Simon replies.
“That’s right, in fact you saw him out one night didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Simon replies.
“Tell us about that night.”
“Natasha and I had been out for dinner and then went onto the Ivy, a nightclub in Sydney. Joshua turned up and was watching and frightening her so we went to the dance floor to escape him.” He swallows nervously, his eyes flicking to Joshua. “Natasha was very drunk and we were dancing and he stormed out onto the dancefloor and grabbed her aggressively by the arm and started screaming at her.”
“What did you do?” the prosecutor frowns.
“I told him to back off.”
“And what did he say.”
“He asked me if I was trying to get myself murdered,” Simon replies.
The gallery gasp.
“And what happened then?” the prosecutor asks.
“He carried her kicking and screaming out of the nightclub over his shoulder.”
“How frightening,” the prosecutor replies. “How was Natasha after that attack?
“Reserved, she never mentioned him again in fear of what I would say to her.”
“Mr Wells, you are a psychologist are you not?”
“Yes.”
“In your opinion was Miss Marx a domestic violence victim of Mr Stanton?”
“Yes,” he replies. “Without a doubt in my mind.”
Ben receives a text, reads it and frowns, and then he hands his phone over to me.