LOGINJake's POVThey took Alex to the judge's chambers at two PM.Emma and I had to wait outside. Not allowed in.Only Alex. Judge Santos. Ana our lawyer. And a court recorder.Emma paced the hallway. Back and forth. Back and forth."What if he says the wrong thing? What if he is scared? What if Margaret's pressure worked?""Alex knows what he wants. He will tell the truth.""He is eight years old. Eight. This is too much pressure for a child."She was right. But we had no choice.Judge Santos had decided Alex's voice mattered. So we had to trust him.Forty minutes felt like four hours.Finally the door opened. Ana stepped out."How did it go?" I asked immediately."I cannot tell you details. But Jake, Emma, your son is remarkable.""What did he say?""You will hear everything tomorrow when the judge rules. But I will say this. Alex knows his own mind. And he spoke it clearly."She would not tell us more. Could not. Court rules.Alex came out next. Looked tired but okay.He ran to us. Hugg
Emma's POVI walked to the witness stand on shaking legs.Raised my right hand. Swore to tell the truth.Sat down facing a courtroom full of people judging me.Our lawyer questioned me first. Ana kept it simple. Straightforward."Tell the court why you left Jake eight years ago.""Margaret Sullivan threatened me. She said if I stayed, she would destroy both of us. She gave me fifty thousand dollars and told me to disappear. I was nineteen. Pregnant. Scared. So I took the money and left.""Why did you hide Alex from Jake?""Because I believed Margaret's threats. I thought I was protecting everyone. Jake from losing his family and career. Alex from growing up in a war zone. Myself from being destroyed by someone with unlimited resources.""Do you regret that decision?""Every single day.""Why did you come back?""I did not come back. Jake found me. I had been living in Portugal for eight years. Raising Alex alone. I never contacted Jake. Never asked for money. Never tried to use Alex a
Emma's POVThe courthouse was packed.I had not expected this many people.Press in the back rows. Public observers filling every seat. Court sketch artists with their pads ready.And Margaret's family. All of them. Taking up two full rows on her side.Our side was smaller. Sarah. Miguel. Alex's teacher. His therapist. A few friends.David versus Goliath.Judge Santos entered. Everyone stood."This is the matter of Sullivan versus Reed. Custody determination for minor child Alexander Sullivan. We will hear opening statements."Margaret's lawyer stood first. Richard Hoffman. Expensive suit. Confident smile."Your Honor, this case is about a pattern of manipulation spanning eight years. Emma Reed became pregnant at age twenty. She took fifty thousand dollars from my client and disappeared. Hid the child from his father. Raised him in poverty despite having access to resources."He paced as he spoke. Commanding the room."Then eight years later, when Jake Sullivan became successful, Emma
Jake's POVThe doctor's words echoed in my head for days."Whatever is causing this stress needs to stop. Before it kills her."My mother was using her health as the ultimate weapon.Drop the custody case or she dies. And it will be my fault.My family made sure I understood that.Calls. Texts. Messages."She is your mother.""She gave you everything.""This is how you repay her?""You are going to kill her over some woman you barely know."That last one was from my brother Michael.Some woman I barely know.Emma. The mother of my children. The love of my life.Reduced to "some woman."I called my mother's doctor directly. Dr. Silva."I need to understand. Is my mother actually dying? Or is this stress she can manage?"Pause. "Mr. Sullivan, I am bound by patient privacy. But I can tell you this. Your mother is not in immediate danger. Her heart attack was minor. Treatable. Manageable.""But you said continued stress could kill her.""Continued extreme stress, yes. But most people live
Emma's POVThe calls started at six AM.Jake's siblings. His cousins. Extended family.All saying the same thing. Your mother is in the hospital because of you.Jake answered the first few. Then stopped picking up."They are blaming me," he said. "Saying I caused this by fighting her.""Did they mention the custody battle was her idea?""No. They just know she is in hospital and we are the cause.""So we are the villains again.""Always have been."Jake wanted to go to the hospital. See his mother. Make sure she was okay.I was unsure. This felt like trap."What if she uses your visit against us? Claims you are harassing her even in hospital?""She is my mother. I have to go.""Then I am coming with you.""Emma, you are supposed to be resting.""And you are supposed to not face your family alone. We are partners. I am coming."We left Alex with Sarah. Drove to the hospital in silence.Press was already there. Cameras outside the entrance.They saw us. Started shouting questions."Jake
Jake's POVAna played the recording a second time.Margaret's voice filled our living room. Cold. Calculating. Cruel."You are a parasite, Emma. You attached yourself to my son.""I want you gone. Leave Jake. Leave Portugal. Leave our lives.""I will cut you out of our lives like the cancer you are."Every word more damaging than the last.When it ended, Ana closed her laptop."This is admissible evidence. It proves Margaret is not acting in Alex's interest. She is acting out of revenge. Personal vendetta against Emma.""So we can win with this?" Emma asked."We can make a very strong case. But you need to understand the consequences.""What consequences?""Using this recording means exposing Alex to more ugliness. He will eventually learn what his grandmother said about his mother. What her real motivations were. That is trauma."Emma's face fell. "He will hear this?""Not directly. But it will be part of court record. Press will get it eventually. His friends' parents. His teachers.







