Day #4: P. Diddy vs Cassie Ventura 🥊

Find Out What Happened With This Tense Courtroom Drama. Get All The Disturbing Details About Diddy's Freak-offs.

De: Anton Volney

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

The fourth day of Sean “Diddy” Combs’s federal sex-trafficking trial dawned with a tense hush in the Manhattan courtroom. U.S. District Judge Arun Subramanian convened early, addressing last-minute disputes before the jury was brought in.

Defense and prosecution lawyers had sparred overnight in letters to the court, and the judge was adamant about setting boundaries: he denied a defense request to introduce certain extremely explicit text messages (references to specific sex acts) that he feared would create “unfair prejudice or victimization” of1.

He also scolded Combs’s attorneys for dumping a trove of 400 documents on prosecutors the night before – “enormous, duplicative” exhibits, most of which would never see the light of trial2.

The message was clear: the day’s cross-examination of Combs’s chief accuser, Casandra “Cassie” Ventura, would proceed under strict rules of engagement.

At 9:30 a.m. EDT sharp, Cassie re-took the stand. The 38-year-old R&B singer – visibly in her third trimester of pregnancy – smoothed her form-fitting gray turtleneck dress and draped a long dark jacket over her shoulders as she settled in3.

Despite the life-altering stakes, she appeared composed, folding her hands atop the swell of her belly. Combs, 55, watched intently from the defense table, his chin resting on one hand. Dressed in a tailored suit, he cut a calm figure, betraying little of the pressure.

The jurors filed in, and a packed gallery of onlookers did the same – Combs’s mother and sons among them, along with Cassie’s husband and supporters, all bracing for what promised to be a dramatic confrontation.

With everyone seated, Judge Subramanian’s gaze swept across the courtroom. “Counsel, you may proceed,” he nodded to the defense table.

Attorney Anna Estevao rose, a thick binder of papers in hand. Cassie clasped a tissue in one hand – a small white anchor for the emotions under the surface.