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Chapter 7 - The Final Hearing

Two months later, the central courtroom at the County Superior Court was packed with journalists, legal teams, and spectators.

Gregory sat at the defense table dressed in a orange inmate jumpsuit, his hands restrained by steel handcuffs linked to a belly chain. Beside him, his mother Patricia sat looking frail and terrified, awaiting her own trial for tax evasion.

I sat at the petitioner's table beside Eleanor Vance, wearing a tailored navy blazer and white silk blouse, my hair styled impeccably, looking every bit the victorious executive.

The judge slammed his gavel down, bringing the courtroom to order.

"In the matter of Vance versus Hayes," the judge declared, reviewing the thick stack of evidence folders on his bench. "The court has reviewed the physical evidence, the video recordings, the forensic audit reports, and the sworn statements from law enforcement."

The judge looked down at Gregory over his glasses with utter disdain.

"Mr. Hayes, your actions over the brief seventy-two hours of your marriage represent one of the most egregious cases of marriage fraud, domestic intimidation, and financial extortion this court has seen in thirty years."

Gregory bowed his head, trembling silently.

"The petition for an immediate annulment on the grounds of fraud and duress is granted," the judge continued. "Furthermore, a permanent order of protection is issued. You are barred from coming within one thousand yards of Ms. Clara Vance, her residence, or her place of employment for the rest of your natural life."

"Thank you, Your Honor," Eleanor said, standing tall.

"As for the criminal charges of grand larceny, extortion, and forged loan applications," the judge added, turning to the prosecutor, "this court recommends the maximum statutory penalty during sentencing next week."

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As the bailiffs stepped forward to lead Gregory away, he turned his head slowly to look at me one last time.

I didn't turn away. I met his eyes with a cool, unshakeable gaze, giving him a slight, polite nod—the final salute to a defeated opponent.

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