Chapter 35
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His confidence in me was unwavering, as it had been throughout this ordeal. In the weeks since we'd decided to pursue justice, our relationship had deepened in ways I hadn't thought possible. Living together at the lake house, supporting each other through depositions and preliminary hearings, we had rediscovered not just our love for each other, but a partnership stronger than before.
"How's Lily doing?" Diane asked as we walked toward the courtroom.
"Better," I said, unable to keep the smile from my face. "The nightmares are less frequent now. And she's opening up more in therapy."
We had been visiting Lily regularly, watching with joy as she slowly emerged from her shell. Last week, she had asked if she could call me "Liv" instead of "Dr. Olivia"—a small step toward a more personal relationship that had brought tears to my eyes.
"The judge is reviewing your petition for temporary guardianship," Diane informed us. "Given the circumstances and Lily's clear attachment to you both, I'm optimistic."
Nathan and I exchanged a look of cautious hope. We had decided to apply for temporary guardianship of Lily while the legal proceedings continued—a first step toward what we both hoped might eventually become adoption. It was still early days, but the possibility of giving Lily a permanent home, of building a family together, had become a beacon of light amid the darkness of Victor's trial.
As we approached the courtroom doors, I saw him—Victor Carter, standing with his legal team. Even now, facing multiple charges including conspiracy to commit murder, he exuded an aura of power and control. His gray eyes, so like Nathan's in color yet so different in expression, found mine across the hallway.
I expected to feel fear, or perhaps anger. Instead, I felt a strange sense of pity. This man had sacrificed everything—his relationship with his son, his reputation, his freedom—all to protect his secrets and his wealth.
Victor's gaze shifted to Nathan, and for a brief moment, something like regret flickered across his face. Then it was gone, replaced by the cold mask he had worn throughout the proceedings.
"Don't let him intimidate you," Nathan murmured, his hand tightening on mine.
"He doesn't," I replied, realizing it was true. "Not anymore."
Inside the courtroom, I took my place on the witness stand, swore to tell the truth, and faced the prosecutor.
"Dr. Carter," she began, "could you please tell the court about the medical emergency you experienced on October 15th of this year?"
Taking a deep breath, I recounted the hemorrhage, the emergency surgery, the discovery that tissue had been deliberately left inside me during the D&C procedure eight months earlier. I explained how this "medical time bomb" had been triggered just as I began investigating Lily Sullivan's case more deeply.
"And in your professional opinion as a physician," the prosecutor asked, "could this have been an accidental medical error?"
"No," I said firmly. "The positioning and nature of the retained tissue suggests deliberate action. It was placed in such a way that it would not cause immediate complications but could be triggered later by certain medications—medications that were administered to me the day before my hemorrhage."
The questioning continued for over an hour. I described the threatening text messages, the car accident, the pattern of intimidation. Through it all, I kept my voice steady, my gaze occasionally meeting Nathan's in the gallery. His presence gave me strength, reminding me why we were doing this—not just for justice, but for Lily, for ourselves, for the future we hoped to build.
