Chapter 6 - The Visitor in Orange
Two weeks before my trial testimony was scheduled, I made my first and only visit to the county correctional facility.
I didn't go out of anger. I didn't go seeking closure. I went to deliver a final, decisive blow to the man who had left me for dead on our rug.
I sat in the private, high-security visitation room. A minute later, the heavy iron door buzzed open, and Julian was led inside by two armed guards. Chains clinked around his ankles and wrists, attached to a heavy steel belt around his waist.
He looked entirely broken. The man who used to spend thousands on custom Italian suits now wore a stained, ill-fitting orange jumpsuit. He had lost weight, his face hollow, his posture slouched under the weight of his reality.
When he saw me sitting across the table—dressed in a crisp white blazer, looking radiant, healthy, and visibly showing the beautiful curve of my growing belly—he stopped dead in his tracks. Tears instantly welled in his red-rimmed eyes.
"Nora..." he choked out as the guard guided him into the metal chair across from me.
"Hello, Julian," I said, my voice entirely flat, devoid of any hatred or affection. It was the tone one uses with a total stranger.
"Nora, please..." Julian wept, leaning his head against the cold steel table, the chains clinking loudly. "I am so sorry. God, I am so sorry! I was out of my mind! Selina gave me something, she manipulated me, she lied to me about everything! I didn't want to hurt you! I love you!"
I waited until his hysterical sobbing subsided into quiet sniffling before I spoke.
"You didn't love me, Julian," I said softly. "You loved having a quiet, compliant wife who stayed at home and made your life look perfect while you chased your ego. And when a shinier distraction came along, you threw me away like trash."
"I was wrong!" Julian pleaded, raising his head, looking at my abdomen with desperate, wide eyes. "How... how are the babies? How are our twins?"
I rested my hands gently over my stomach, feeling a tiny kick against my palm.
"They are perfectly healthy," I replied. "And that brings me to the reason I came here today, Julian."
I pulled a thin packet of legal documents from my handbag and slid them across the metallic table toward him.
"These are final divorce papers, along with a total and permanent surrender of all parental rights," I explained calmly. "You will sign them today."
Julian stared at the papers as if they were dipped in poison. "No... no, Nora, please! Don't take my children from me! I'm their father!"
"A father does not drive a knife into his children's mother, Julian," I said, leaning forward slightly, my eyes cutting through him like broken glass. "If you refuse to sign these papers voluntarily, my lawyers will present the smartwatch recording and the medical reports to the family court judge tomorrow. The judge will strip your parental rights involuntarily under the severe feticide charges, and it will become a matter of public record that will be used against you in your criminal trial."
Julian’s breath hitched. He looked at the signature lines at the bottom of the pages.
"If you sign them now," I added, "I will instruct my legal team not to seek civil financial damages against your remaining personal estate, leaving you enough funds to pay your public defender for a decent trial representation."
Julian looked at the pen resting on the table. He looked at me—at the fierce, unshakeable woman sitting across from him. He realized, with crushing clarity, that he had zero leverage. The quiet, obedient wife he thought he owned had completely outmaneuvered him at every turn.
With shaking, chained hands, Julian picked up the pen. He signed his name on every marked line, his tears smudging the blue ink as he surrendered every right to his children, his marriage, and his former life.
He pushed the papers back to me, covering his face with his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. "You've taken everything from me, Nora... everything."
I stood up, picked up the signed documents, and tucked them neatly into my leather handbag.
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"You took everything from yourself, Julian," I said, looking down at him one last time. "I just picked up the pieces you broke."
I turned my back on him and walked out of the visitation room. Behind me, the heavy steel door slammed shut with a final, echoing thud, sealing Julian Vance inside the dark world he had made for himself.
