The Verdict on My Husband the Judge: GUILTY novel Chapter 52

Chapter 12

Connor finally signed the divorce papers.

Not by choice.

Richard forced him.

Richard gave him two options.

One: Leave with nothing. Go be with that Sarah bitch. Cut all ties with Blackwood Corp forever.

Two: Sign the divorce, give me my share of assets, then get exiled to Africa for ten years.

Connor picked option two.

Probably still fantasizing that in ten years, he could start over.

Delusional asshole.

The divorce went through fast.

Thanks to Richard’s iron fist, no delays or bullshit.

I got half of Connor’s assets.

Including that hotel where I was humiliated.

Plus a downtown penthouse, luxury cars, and a massive cas, settlement.

But I felt nothing.

Surgery day, Jake came with me.

Connor didn’t show.

Neither did Richard.

Good. I didn’t want to see anyone.

Lying on that cold operating table, when the anesthesia hit, shed my last tear.

Goodbye, baby I never met.

Sorry I couldn’t bring you into this world.

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Chapter 12

Goodbye, ten wasted years of my life.

Coming out of surgery, I felt like I’d died and come back empty.

Hollow body, hollow heart.

Jake took me home.

Not the house I shared with Connor. My own place.

Richard visited once.

He looked ancient, hair completely white.

Said nothing. Just sat quietly, left a black card, and walked out.

I didn’t refuse it.

I earned this.

The Blackwood family owes me this.

A month later, I got a call.

The hotel’s new general manager.

He told me Sarah’s case was decided.

Multiple charges, twelve years in prison.

Hearing this, I felt nothing.

Then he told me Connor had problems in Africa.

“Mr. Blackwood got some… special hospitality from a tribal chief’s favorite son.”

“Luggage, wallet, everything stolen. Got beaten pretty had a dumped on some dirt road. They didn’t even leave him underwear.”

How he got “beaten” and what positions they used I didn’t ask.

But from the manager’s barely contained excitement, wasn’t hard to guess.

Fine.

Don’t care. Not my problem anymore.

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