Chapter 6 - JUSTICE PREVAILS

A month later.
The trial of Derek Callahan dominated national media. He faced multiple severe felony charges: financial fraud, illegal concealment of marital assets, tax evasion, and grand kidnapping.
I sat in the plaintiff’s row in a sharp, slate-gray suit, flanked by Julian and top legal counsel.
Derek sat at the defense table. He had lost significant weight, wearing an orange jumpsuit with his wrists chained. The arrogance was gone, replaced by hollow, defeated eyes.
Savannah Pierce took the stand as a prosecution witness. She turned on Derek completely, surrendering all expensive gifts he had bought her using hidden assets.
"I had no knowledge that Mr. Callahan acquired those funds illegally from his former family," Savannah testified coldly. "Had I known his true nature, I would never have associated with him."
The decisive blow came when my attorney played an audio recording from three years ago—a conversation I had secretly recorded when Derek demanded I terminate the pregnancy.
Derek’s cold, calculated voice rang clearly through the courtroom speakers:
"I am a practical businessman. One child is an investment; three is a financial disaster. Choose now—terminate two of them, or I will ensure you leave this marriage without a single dime!"
Gasps erupted through the gallery. The judge frowned in deep disgust, while jury members shook their heads.
Derek’s mother, who had ignored my struggles during my pregnancy, sat in the gallery weeping, silently mouthing pleas for mercy toward me. But I looked away. Showing mercy to a cruel man would be an insult to the pain my children endured.
The judge struck his gavel hard.
"Based on overwhelming evidence, the court finds the defendant, Derek Callahan, guilty on all counts. You are sentenced to eighteen years in federal prison without eligibility for early parole."
"Furthermore, all concealed assets are hereby seized and awarded to Clara Vance and her children, including full ownership of the Callahan estate and remaining corporate shares."
The gavel came down, sealing Derek Callahan's fate.
As officers escorted him past my seat, Derek stopped briefly. His eyes filled with tears.
"Clara... I'm so sorry..." he rasped out.
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I looked at him, feeling no anger or triumph—only complete detachment.
"It's too late, Derek. You made your choice," I said quietly, turning my back on him for good.