“I’m calling because I want you to know: I testified.” Diana’s voice was firm now. “The prosecutor asked me to give a character statement. I told them everything. How Mom has done this before with my father, with Michael’s first girlfriend, with anyone she thought had money.”
“Michael had a first girlfriend I should know about?”
“In college. Her family was wealthy. He dated her for two years, got her to cosign a loan for him, then disappeared when she couldn’t pay it back.”
My stomach turned. “He has a pattern.”
“Yes. And Mom encouraged it. Taught him how to manipulate people. How to find vulnerable targets.”
Vulnerable. Is that what I’d been? Vulnerable?
I thought about when Michael and I met. Right after my mother died. When I was grieving and alone and desperate for connection.
He’d swooped in with comfort and attention and promises of forever.
I’d been the perfect target.
“Emma?” Diana’s voice brought me back. “I hope you destroy them both.”
I was surprised by the vehemence in her tone. “You really hate them.”
“I hate what they do to people. I cut contact with them years ago. Best decision I ever made.” She paused. “You’re going to be okay. You’re stronger than the other women he targeted.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you fought back. You planned ahead. You didn’t let grief make you helpless.” Her voice was warm. “That takes real strength.”
After we hung up, I thought about Diana’s words. About being strong. About fighting back.
I’d never thought of myself as particularly strong. I was just… me. Doing what needed to be done.
But maybe that was strength. Not dramatic gestures or big moments. Just quiet determination to protect yourself when everyone else expects you to be a victim.
Four weeks after the hospital, the divorce hearing arrived.
James had warned me it might be uncomfortable. That Michael would probably try to contest things despite the prenup.
He was right.
Michael showed up with his own lawyer. Someone cheap, clearly, who looked overwhelmed the moment James started presenting evidence.
Michael tried to argue that the prenup was invalid. That I’d coerced him into marriage. That he deserved half of everything I’d earned during our marriage.
The judge listened patiently. Then asked one question.
“Mr. Garrett, did you or did you not use your wife’s fingerprint while she was sedated to attempt unauthorized bank transfers?”
Michael’s lawyer jumped in. “Your Honor, my client maintains that was a misunderstanding—”
“It’s a yes or no question, counselor.”
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