“Take me home with you,” she said softly, and those words carried more weight than anything else spoken that day.
I nodded without hesitation, because despite everything she had done in the past, I could not leave her there in a place built on lies.
Brooke opened the door quietly as I wheeled Diane out, and she whispered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” and I believed her because her shock was real.
Before leaving, I looked at Victor one last time and said, “I am also filing for full custody,” and then I walked away without waiting for his reaction.
The days that followed were filled with legal steps, documentation, and long overdue truth.
My attorney, Rachel Simmons, moved quickly as evidence stacked up against him, and within weeks everything he had tried to hide began collapsing under its own weight.
The house we lived in was in Diane’s name, which he had never expected to matter, and she made it clear that she wanted me to stay. In court, the judge granted me primary custody, control over Diane’s care, and protection over her finances while investigations into Victor’s actions continued.