The Verdict on My Husband the Judge: GUILTY novel Chapter 72

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Driven by that intense survival instinct, I discovered I could make some muffled sounds with my throat.

I kept trying to call for help.

But my weak voice was easily drowned out by Juniper’s.

She was clutching Griffin’s shirt, crying hysterically.

“Mr. Caldwell, I thought I was gonna die and never see you again!”

Griffin’s hand hesitated for a moment before finally settling on her back.

“You’re secure now. No more reckless initiatives.”

Juniper looked at him with pure adoration, about to bury her face in his chest.

My hoarse cry for help interrupted their tender moment.

“Help me! Pull me up!”

Hearing my voice for the first time in three years, Griffin pushed Juniper away and rushed to the edge of the platform, looking genuinely emotional.

“Seraphina, full consciousness restored! The aggressive treatment protocol was successful!”

Griffin’s eyes still looked as sincere and passionate as they did three years ago.

But I knew his heart was no longer faithful.

Fighting back the urge to vomit, I kept calling for help.

Griffin finally snapped into action mode.

“Immediate extraction for my wife! All hands on deck!”

The staff rushed to pull the rope, but suddenly they saw something that made them scream in horror.

“Sir, safety harness malfunction detected–primary cable is at failure point!”

Griffin’s corporate composure shattered as he grabbed the nearest worker.

“What kind of amateur operation are you running? This liability exposure could destroy everything!”

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The staff member pointed shakily at Juniper. “Miss Wilde requested to handle Mrs. Caldwell’s pre–jump safety procedures.”

Juniper bit her lip helplessly, looking at Griffin with huge innocent eyes.

“Mr. Caldwell, did I mess up super bad again? Mrs. Caldwell’s not gonna hate me, right? You know I’m still learning all the safety stuff and…”

Griffin slammed his fist against a tree, his business–like control cracking.

“Standard operating procedure: identify problems, implement solutions immediately! Why haven’t you called 911?”

He turned to me, switching to damage–control mode.

“This is operational failure on my part–I should have maintained direct oversight of all critical processes. Seraphina, stay calm. I’m implementing emergency protocols. You will be OK.”

Griffin instinctively took all the blame, so naturally it seemed like he’d done it countless times before.

But my heart had gone completely cold. I didn’t even feel hurt anymore.

Maybe after experiencing several emotional roller coasters in such a short time, my mind had actually become calm. I started mentally drafting divorce papers.

And planning how to make them pay.

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