I saw the photos. No cuts, no bruises. She's play acting. I went through a similar situation with an ex where she tried to set me up and I finally tired of the harassment and left the house for an out of town job on a Sunday afternoon. I came back on Friday faced with a restraining order. So I wasn't allowed to get my personal belongings and just had to drive away. Then, in court she brings in photos of red bloody scratches. Hmmm. How odd. I don't even have fingernails protruding and never have. Because of my work I clip my fingernails every week just to avoid problems. It's impossible for me to scratch anyone even if I tried. So, I puzzled over the photos wondering what I was seeing and why it seemed so incredible. Then I spotted it. The photos were time stamped for a Wednesday that week. I had left on Sunday afternoon to be at the job site in the morning. The job site was over two hours away.  To buttress her claims about abuse she mentioned having to go to the hospital for the injuries and having to call the police. Unfortunately for her, during the time before the trial I had been driving by the mail boxes and taking my mail from the condo. I had an insurance report for $7,000.00 dated from a hospital visit on Monday of that week. No injuries mentioned and she had been referred to a mental health worker. A psychiatrist who prescribed medication for hysteria. Even the doctor realized her problems were mental and not physical. She claimed I had chased her out of the condo that Saturday trying to kill her. LOL. Then her son took the stand and claimed I was the one to leave and I walked away and drove off. She had taken my phone and when I walked back in to pick it up before leaving she went out a side door with my cell phone. I followed her about 20 feet asking for my cell phone back, she refused why yelling, "He's trying to kill me". That's when I just turned around and went to my vehicle. You can't win anything by chasing a crazy woman around. I went to Walmart, got a cheap burner phone and had my number transferred. An hour later some guy called me on my new phone thinking it was the phone he was holding in his hand that was my old cell phone she had taken. It turns out it was her boyfriend I knew nothing about. So, for the next two years, I went through motion after motion until I got the marriage annulled. I beat down every lie she had her attorney confront me with just using basic facts and providing documents. I used my phone records, voice mail I had transferred from her phone to mine and then uploaded to a flash drive to prove her motivations. The judge himself said she had zero credibility. He was pissed about the photos that were obvious frauds, letters from her friends that were totally unsubstantiated lies and her activities when I was out of town and even though it wasn't allowed in court the judge also got to see the notes from my PI which were damning to her arguments. After the annulment I filed a report with ICE about the annulment based on fraud as per the judge's determination. Both her and her son were deported some time later. I can't say for a fact that the annulment based on fraud had anything to do with the deportations but I'm certain that her later criminality certainly brought attention to her case and finding that she came to USA under fraud surely had something to do with the decisions made by the federal government judges.  Now, back to this fiasco with Parscale affair. Knowing what I know about how women fake injuries and the motivations behind it, I looked closely at this woman's photos. Cuts and bruises? I saw nothing. So why would she put this man through such a thing?  My thinking is that she got paid. She was bought off for a huge sum of money. Was Brad stupid? Yes. He was drinking at the time, he may have even embezzled money from Trump campaign. He was demoted. At least from what I have read else where his income may be in jeopardy.  His reputation may also be in jeopardy so perhaps his wife was easy to use against him. Brad may be a brilliant man in his field of expertise but he wouldn't be the first man to be hamstrung by a willing wife who's happy enough to stab him in the back for cash.  What was my wife's motivation? From the very beginning she was gaming me. She lied about her personal beliefs, told me just what I wanted to hear, play acted the nice sweet wife but the moment the marriage was filed her personality had an abrupt change. I was shocked but I was also smart enough to realize I was in serious trouble. I played along for 11 months but she was clever and I was stupid enough to not realize how deep the betrayal actually was. Smart enough to know I was in trouble, but too ignorant enough to realize how deep the trouble was. I had no idea of all the laws related to a marriage to a foreign national. My PI discovered that as soon as we moved into my condo as man and wife she hooked up with an organization that took money to coach immigrant women on how to game the system. The game plan as laid out by insiders who were willing to tell my PI what was going on was to provoke me to beat her. That's why there was a weekly push to drive me up the wall with created arguments and harassments. It just never ended. Every time I was home, a new problem would crop up and as soon as I made peace, ten minutes later she would go on another rampage. One tactic that made me laugh, (I shouldn't have laughed) was for her to call a friend and walk around talking on her cell phone pretending we were having an argument. Of course nothing of the kind was going on. I'd be sitting quietly reading a book, being ignored and suddenly I hear her complaining to a friend that I was being abusive and screaming at her.  When I listen to this woman talking to the police, that's exactly what it sounded like. Play acting. She pushed him into being upset, he's confused and stressed out and she found a good time to run out screaming. Her friend just happens to be driving by and helps her with the narrative. Total set up. Brad is a dumbass and didn't even see it coming. I feel bad for him but this is how the game is played.