All Chapters of Denying My Son's Guilt: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

My new neighbor sued me. In court, she sobbed as she accused my son of raping her daughter. “Your son is a monster!” Brenda shrieked at my expressionless face. “He just moved in and he beat my daughter Tiffany! He raped her!”“Ms. Mitchell.” Tiffany’s lawyer, Gavin, glared at me. “Let’s be clear. On the night of July fifteenth, did your son, or did he not, brutally assault my client?”I sat at the defendant's table. The wild accusation hung in the air. I said nothing.Outside, protestors chanted. “Justice for Tiffany.” Camera flashes pulsed through the windows like lightning.“I do not,” I said, my voice cold.Gavin turned to the jury. His face was a mask of agony. “Ladies and gentlemen, she refuses to take any responsibility for her son’s violent rampage.”I glanced at the gallery.My new neighbors whispered. Their eyes dripped with disgust.Mrs. Patterson was shaking her head. The Johnsons turned their faces away completely.Just last week, these people were all smiles at the neighb

Tiffany’s face flushed red.She clearly hadn’t expected me to challenge her so directly.“How… how can you say that?” she stammered, her voice thick with anger. “I almost died!”“But you didn’t,” I said calmly, watching her reaction. “And you’re able to stand here and testify in perfect detail.”“Because I was lucky!” Tiffany was almost screaming now. “If my neighbor hadn’t heard…”She paused. A flicker of cunning in her eyes.“Actually… this wasn’t the first time.”The entire room refocused on her.“Ever since they moved in, he’s been following me. At the community gym, at the pool, even outside my house.” She took a deep breath, making herself look weaker again. “The way he looked at me… it was predatory. Like… like he wanted to tear me to pieces.”Angry whispers erupted from the jury box.“A total creep!”“A kid like that is a danger to everyone!”“He should be locked up!”I remained expressionless.“Cooper doesn’t go to the community gym.”"You're lying!" Tiffany shrieked. "I have

The bailiff swung the courtroom doors open, wheeling in a sleek, expensive-looking pet carrier.The black carrier was plastered with international travel stickers, looking both professional and mysterious.The courtroom held its breath.Cameras flashed, a frenzy of blinding light. The live-stream chat scrolled at lightning speed:“What’s in there?”“Evidence?”“The murder weapon?”“What kind of game is Harper playing?”The jury sat up straight, their eyes glued to the carrier.Tiffany’s knuckles went white as she clutched her mother’s hand, her eyes wide with alarm.Brenda frowned, a deep line forming between her brows. She was completely lost.Gavin, the opposing counsel, shot to his feet. "Objection! Your Honor, what is the meaning of this theatrics?"“Let her continue,” the judge waved him off.I walked slowly toward the carrier, each step steady and deliberate.The silence was absolute, broken only by the sharp click-clack of my heels on the marble floor.Everyone was waiting.Wait

The big screen came to life.The first document appeared.It was an ornate, official certificate, embossed with the golden seal of TICA—The International Cat Association.The name “Cooper Mitchell” was printed clearly.His pedigree certificate, microchip ID, vaccination records, and competition history—it was all there.Owner’s Information: Harper Mitchell.Date of Registration: Two years ago.Someone in the courtroom gasped.“Is… is that real?” a juror whispered.I tapped the screen, bringing up the next page.Cooper’s Instagram profile filled the screen.@CooperTheBengal - 52,000 followers.The profile picture was an elegant shot of Cooper in profile, his amber eyes glittering for the camera.“I’m child-free by choice. I have no human children. But I do have a son. My cat-son, Cooper, does have his own social media account,” I said calmly. “With fifty-two thousand followers.”I started scrolling.Countless photos and videos filled the screen.Cooper playing in my mansion.Cooper slee