It wasn’t quick.
And it wasn’t easy.
Brandon fought nearly every step.
He disputed the financial arrangements.
Claimed I’d abandoned the marriage without cause.
Accused me of inventing problems.
But the legal process required evidence rather than charm.
My attorney submitted records of the threats, photographs documenting injuries, relevant messages, and other corroborating information.
The restaurant’s preserved footage supported my account of the anniversary-night incident.
The court granted protective relief based on the evidence presented, and the divorce proceedings eventually reached a final resolution.
I didn’t attend the last hearing alone.
Jasmine came with me.
So did Camille.
Damien didn’t enter the courtroom or attempt to influence the outcome.
He simply sent a message that morning.
Whatever happens today, remember that your life belongs to you.
I read it three times before walking inside.
When the judge confirmed the divorce, I expected some enormous wave of happiness.
Instead, I felt quiet.
