When He Chose Her Over Justice, I Chose Revenge Over Love - Chapter 34: Chapter 34
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When Marcus received the court summons, he was at his parents' newly renovated house.
According to Riley's description, she specifically had someone find out, he was stunned, then flew into a rage, calling me and screaming:
"Evelyn! What the hell do you mean?! Filing for divorce?! Are you insane?! The baby's barely three months old and you're this heartless?!"
"The fifty-fifty system was MY idea! How have I wronged you? What haven't I calculated fairly with you?! What right do you have to accuse me of hiding assets?! That's MY money!"
"I'm telling you! You want a divorce? Fine! Don't think you're getting the kid! Don't think you're getting an extra cent from the house! You'll still pay your share of child support, not a penny less!"
I calmly listened to his ranting.
When he finally tired himself out and was gasping for breath, I spoke clearly into the phone:
"See you in court."
Then I hung up.
And blocked him.
The world was peaceful.
On the court date, I had recovered well.
I deliberately chose a sharp, cream-colored suit, applied light makeup, and looked healthy and radiant.
Carrying my three-month-old son Nathan, the name I'd chosen myself, accompanied by Riley and Attorney Watson, I walked into the courtroom.
On the other side, Marcus sat with his hastily hired lawyer.
He looked much more haggard—sunken eyes, stubbled face, looking at me with anger, confusion, and a barely detectable trace of panic.
The trial proceedings were essentially Attorney Watson's personal showcase.
Her logic was clear, evidence chain complete, her words sharp yet dignified.
Point by point, item by item, she laid bare Marcus's calculated schemes throughout our three-year marriage and his actions to hide and transfer marital assets.
Especially that detailed asset transfer report and financial records—printed out in a thick stack, passed between the judge and opposing counsel.
Marcus's face went from red to white to ashen.
When Attorney Watson mentioned the $90,000 house purchase, clearly pointing out it mainly came from transferred marital assets, he shot up, emotionally retorting:
"That's MY money! Money I saved by scrimping! It has nothing to do with Evelyn! We have a fifty-fifty system! She has no right to control how I spend MY money!"
The judge tapped the gavel: "Defendant, please observe courtroom decorum."
Attorney Watson smiled slightly, composed.
"Your Honor, the defendant repeatedly emphasizes the fifty-fifty system. But according to Article 1062 of our Civil Code, property acquired by spouses during marriage—including wages, bonuses, and labor compensation—constitutes marital property jointly owned by both spouses. The defendant's understanding of 'fifty-fifty' is not the legal concept of separate property. Even if both parties had verbal agreements, their validity is limited to sharing daily minor expenses and cannot override legal provisions regarding marital property, much less justify hiding and transferring large amounts of marital assets."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the pale-faced Marcus.
"Moreover, during the marriage, especially during the plaintiff's pregnancy and delivery—a particularly vulnerable time—the defendant exploited the plaintiff's trust in their 'fifty-fifty' arrangement to massively transfer joint assets for personal investment and purchasing property for his parents. His malicious intent is obvious, severely damaging the plaintiff's legitimate rights. His actions clearly constitute 'hiding, transferring, selling, damaging, or squandering marital property' as defined in Article 1092 of the Civil Code."
Marcus seemed to collapse, slumping in his chair.
His lawyer frowned deeply, clearly finding the case difficult.
During the final statement phase, I stood up holding Nathan.
The little guy had just woken up, his bright eyes curiously taking in the solemn courtroom.
I gently patted him while calmly looking at the judge.
"Your Honor, my marriage to defendant Marcus began with a beautiful misunderstanding about 'independence' and 'fairness,' but ended with calculated betrayal."
"His carefully constructed fifty-fifty system was like a cold wall, fragmenting spousal love and paternal bonds. In my moments of greatest need for support and shared responsibility, he offered not his hand, but a calculator and bills."
"What he transferred wasn't just money, but the most basic trust and warmth of marriage."
"Standing here today, I seek only justice. For my child, and for myself."
"I don't need charity. I only demand what the law grants me."
"Additionally..."
I looked at the devastated Marcus across the room, speaking clearly and deliberately.
"Regarding breastfeeding compensation. For these three months, I have nourished his son with my own flesh and blood. Based on premium lactation consultant rates of $150 per hour, with an average of 6 hours of nursing daily, totaling 540 hours, the cost is $81,000. Based on premium postpartum nutritionist services and recovery packages at $8,000 per month, three months totals $24,000. Mental and physical distress compensation, reasonably calculated at $45,000. Total: $150,000. This special debt incurred from childbirth and nursing should be jointly borne by both parents based on fairness principles and the child's best interests."
"Defendant Marcus should bear half: $75,000. I request the court rule on this as well."
According to Riley's description, she specifically had someone find out, he was stunned, then flew into a rage, calling me and screaming:
"Evelyn! What the hell do you mean?! Filing for divorce?! Are you insane?! The baby's barely three months old and you're this heartless?!"
"The fifty-fifty system was MY idea! How have I wronged you? What haven't I calculated fairly with you?! What right do you have to accuse me of hiding assets?! That's MY money!"
"I'm telling you! You want a divorce? Fine! Don't think you're getting the kid! Don't think you're getting an extra cent from the house! You'll still pay your share of child support, not a penny less!"
I calmly listened to his ranting.
When he finally tired himself out and was gasping for breath, I spoke clearly into the phone:
"See you in court."
Then I hung up.
And blocked him.
The world was peaceful.
On the court date, I had recovered well.
I deliberately chose a sharp, cream-colored suit, applied light makeup, and looked healthy and radiant.
Carrying my three-month-old son Nathan, the name I'd chosen myself, accompanied by Riley and Attorney Watson, I walked into the courtroom.
On the other side, Marcus sat with his hastily hired lawyer.
He looked much more haggard—sunken eyes, stubbled face, looking at me with anger, confusion, and a barely detectable trace of panic.
The trial proceedings were essentially Attorney Watson's personal showcase.
Her logic was clear, evidence chain complete, her words sharp yet dignified.
Point by point, item by item, she laid bare Marcus's calculated schemes throughout our three-year marriage and his actions to hide and transfer marital assets.
Especially that detailed asset transfer report and financial records—printed out in a thick stack, passed between the judge and opposing counsel.
Marcus's face went from red to white to ashen.
When Attorney Watson mentioned the $90,000 house purchase, clearly pointing out it mainly came from transferred marital assets, he shot up, emotionally retorting:
"That's MY money! Money I saved by scrimping! It has nothing to do with Evelyn! We have a fifty-fifty system! She has no right to control how I spend MY money!"
The judge tapped the gavel: "Defendant, please observe courtroom decorum."
Attorney Watson smiled slightly, composed.
"Your Honor, the defendant repeatedly emphasizes the fifty-fifty system. But according to Article 1062 of our Civil Code, property acquired by spouses during marriage—including wages, bonuses, and labor compensation—constitutes marital property jointly owned by both spouses. The defendant's understanding of 'fifty-fifty' is not the legal concept of separate property. Even if both parties had verbal agreements, their validity is limited to sharing daily minor expenses and cannot override legal provisions regarding marital property, much less justify hiding and transferring large amounts of marital assets."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the pale-faced Marcus.
"Moreover, during the marriage, especially during the plaintiff's pregnancy and delivery—a particularly vulnerable time—the defendant exploited the plaintiff's trust in their 'fifty-fifty' arrangement to massively transfer joint assets for personal investment and purchasing property for his parents. His malicious intent is obvious, severely damaging the plaintiff's legitimate rights. His actions clearly constitute 'hiding, transferring, selling, damaging, or squandering marital property' as defined in Article 1092 of the Civil Code."
Marcus seemed to collapse, slumping in his chair.
His lawyer frowned deeply, clearly finding the case difficult.
During the final statement phase, I stood up holding Nathan.
The little guy had just woken up, his bright eyes curiously taking in the solemn courtroom.
I gently patted him while calmly looking at the judge.
"Your Honor, my marriage to defendant Marcus began with a beautiful misunderstanding about 'independence' and 'fairness,' but ended with calculated betrayal."
"His carefully constructed fifty-fifty system was like a cold wall, fragmenting spousal love and paternal bonds. In my moments of greatest need for support and shared responsibility, he offered not his hand, but a calculator and bills."
"What he transferred wasn't just money, but the most basic trust and warmth of marriage."
"Standing here today, I seek only justice. For my child, and for myself."
"I don't need charity. I only demand what the law grants me."
"Additionally..."
I looked at the devastated Marcus across the room, speaking clearly and deliberately.
"Regarding breastfeeding compensation. For these three months, I have nourished his son with my own flesh and blood. Based on premium lactation consultant rates of $150 per hour, with an average of 6 hours of nursing daily, totaling 540 hours, the cost is $81,000. Based on premium postpartum nutritionist services and recovery packages at $8,000 per month, three months totals $24,000. Mental and physical distress compensation, reasonably calculated at $45,000. Total: $150,000. This special debt incurred from childbirth and nursing should be jointly borne by both parents based on fairness principles and the child's best interests."
"Defendant Marcus should bear half: $75,000. I request the court rule on this as well."
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