Carla nervously stumbled over to the stand where she had to go over the events of that night, the night she was raped by Frank Foster. She tried not to look at him as he made her feel even more nervous, he looked so confident, like he knew she couldn't do it. She wanted to prove him wrong, that she was strong enough to do it, but anyone who knew her to a certain extent knew that she wasn't as strong as she made out, she was fragile, Peter understood this. She could see Peter out of the corner of her eye, the sight of him would've made her feel better if her wasn't seated next to Leanne, his wife.
Carla answered the questions as honestly as she could, not mentioning the affair she was currently having with Peter Barlow, they had asked her about that, but she had denied it. It was going reasonably well, which she was pleased of, however after she went and sat down things just went downhill from there. Maria took the stand and tried to defend Carla as best she could, but her story began to crumble.
Peter look towards Carla as they watched Maria try her best to make them believe her, he found it hard to take his eyes off her, but despite being in awe of her beauty, he didn't fail to notice the look of dispair on her face, she looked like a broken woman and he desperately wanted to fix her, he want to take her in his arms and tell her it would all be ok. Instead he couldn't even sit next to her, as his wife had plonked herself inbetween them, on purpose he supposed.
He then realised it was his turn to take the stand. He walked up calmly, feeling optimistic about getting that evil man locked up. Carla looked hopeful which made him even more determined to do his best for her. He answered to questions in a calm and collected manor, he wouldn't let anything get in the way of making sure Frank got what he deserved. They questioned him about having an affair with Carla, he denied it of course, believably so he thought. However something terrible happened. He saw Anne passing a photograph to Leanne, he felt a strange nervous feeling in his stomach, somewhere in his mind he knew what it was a picture of. Leanne looked at the photograph, a look of pure anger and upset on her face. Carla, who was sitting close to Leanne looked at the photo, when she realised what it was she looked like she would burst into tears, instead she just bowed her head down, like she had given up and knew what the verdict would be. Leanne leapt up out of her seat and shouted at Peter "What the hell is this?" she was fighting back tears whilst holding up a photo of Carla and Peter kissing. The courtroom was silent, but Peter could hear the faint sound of Carla sobbing. Frank's lawyer took the photo off Leanne, claiming it was sufficient evidence that Carla and Peter had been having an affair.
"How dare you do this to me Peter, I knew it, I knew you and her were having an affair, you put me through all these lies but you've been at it for months haven't you? You kept denying it but somewhere inside i knew it, you're just a filthy scumbag!" Leanne screamed at Peter. "It wasn't like that - " Peter tried to explain. "I don't wanna hear it, i hope you and this slut live happily ever after, you deserve eachother, you're just two pathetic alcoholics!" Leanne was ordered to leave the courtroom and she stormed out angrily.
But what will this mean for Frank's case...