When He Chose Her Over Justice, I Chose Revenge Over Love - Chapter 35: Chapter 35
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When I finished speaking, the entire courtroom was dead silent.
Everyone was stunned.
Even Attorney Watson glanced at me with a flash of admiration.
Riley was desperately covering her mouth in the gallery to keep from crying out.
Marcus jerked his head up, his eyes bulging like he'd heard something impossible.
"You... you're insane! Evelyn! That's extortion!" He pointed at me, his finger trembling.
The judge gaveled for order again but looked at me with complex emotions.
The final verdict wasn't announced in court.
But the outcome was no longer in doubt.
A month later, the judgment came down.
I got custody of Nathan.
The marital home would be legally divided, but due to Marcus's serious asset transfer violations, the court awarded the house to me, requiring only minimal compensation to him.
The $200,000+ in assets Marcus had hidden and transferred were lawfully recovered and divided as marital property, with me receiving the vast majority.
Marcus was required to pay monthly child support for Nathan at 30% of his income until the child reached adulthood.
As for my shocking "breastfeeding compensation" claim—
While the court didn't fully support the $75,000, the judgment clearly stated:
"...considering the special physiological burden the plaintiff bore during pregnancy and nursing, the resulting physical depletion and mental stress, and the defendant's serious failure to fulfill family responsibilities—particularly his duty to care for his wife during pregnancy and postpartum—his strict implementation of the 'fifty-fifty system' created demonstrably unfair consequences... this court awards defendant Marcus to pay plaintiff Evelyn special nursing period compensation of $50,000."
A symbolic victory.
More importantly, it was the loudest slap in the face to Marcus and his cold system.
The day I received the judgment and first enforcement payment, the sun was shining beautifully.
I held little Nathan, standing in the newly transferred house that now belonged completely to me and my son.
Riley and Attorney Watson were there too.
"Evie, that was amazing! So satisfying!" Riley excitedly hugged me, bouncing up and down.
Attorney Watson smiled too: "The result exceeded expectations. That $50,000 compensation sets a very meaningful precedent."
I looked at the bright sunlight outside the window and took a deep breath.
The air was free.
"Riley, Elena," I turned around, my eyes surprisingly bright, "I want to start a business."
"Huh? What kind of business?" Riley asked.
I pulled out my phone and opened that familiar app icon that had brought me so much humiliation—the expense tracker.
"A budgeting app. A real one, designed for families."
My finger swiped across the screen.
"But not Marcus's cold, money-only fifty-fifty system. I want to create something that makes all the invisible contributions in a home—housework, childcare, emotional support, even the toll of pregnancy and childbirth—into visible, quantifiable 'contribution values.'"
"So everyone who quietly contributes in marriage, especially women, can clearly see their worth. So 'fairness' isn't cold financial division, but recognition and respect for each other's contributions."
Riley and Attorney Watson exchanged glances, both seeing shock and approval in each other's eyes.
"Yes! I'm investing!" Riley was the first to raise her hand.
"If you need legal support, call me anytime," Attorney Watson promised with a smile.
Two years later.
My app—"FamilyBalance"—had taken off.
Featuring "contribution value visualization," it precisely hit the pain points of countless men and women feeling imbalanced in their family contributions, especially mothers.
User numbers exploded.
Media interviews came one after another.
That day, having just finished an interview with a financial news channel, I returned to my office.
Riley burst in with a strange expression, barely containing her glee.
"Evie, guess who I just saw at the coffee shop downstairs?"
Everyone was stunned.
Even Attorney Watson glanced at me with a flash of admiration.
Riley was desperately covering her mouth in the gallery to keep from crying out.
Marcus jerked his head up, his eyes bulging like he'd heard something impossible.
"You... you're insane! Evelyn! That's extortion!" He pointed at me, his finger trembling.
The judge gaveled for order again but looked at me with complex emotions.
The final verdict wasn't announced in court.
But the outcome was no longer in doubt.
A month later, the judgment came down.
I got custody of Nathan.
The marital home would be legally divided, but due to Marcus's serious asset transfer violations, the court awarded the house to me, requiring only minimal compensation to him.
The $200,000+ in assets Marcus had hidden and transferred were lawfully recovered and divided as marital property, with me receiving the vast majority.
Marcus was required to pay monthly child support for Nathan at 30% of his income until the child reached adulthood.
As for my shocking "breastfeeding compensation" claim—
While the court didn't fully support the $75,000, the judgment clearly stated:
"...considering the special physiological burden the plaintiff bore during pregnancy and nursing, the resulting physical depletion and mental stress, and the defendant's serious failure to fulfill family responsibilities—particularly his duty to care for his wife during pregnancy and postpartum—his strict implementation of the 'fifty-fifty system' created demonstrably unfair consequences... this court awards defendant Marcus to pay plaintiff Evelyn special nursing period compensation of $50,000."
A symbolic victory.
More importantly, it was the loudest slap in the face to Marcus and his cold system.
The day I received the judgment and first enforcement payment, the sun was shining beautifully.
I held little Nathan, standing in the newly transferred house that now belonged completely to me and my son.
Riley and Attorney Watson were there too.
"Evie, that was amazing! So satisfying!" Riley excitedly hugged me, bouncing up and down.
Attorney Watson smiled too: "The result exceeded expectations. That $50,000 compensation sets a very meaningful precedent."
I looked at the bright sunlight outside the window and took a deep breath.
The air was free.
"Riley, Elena," I turned around, my eyes surprisingly bright, "I want to start a business."
"Huh? What kind of business?" Riley asked.
I pulled out my phone and opened that familiar app icon that had brought me so much humiliation—the expense tracker.
"A budgeting app. A real one, designed for families."
My finger swiped across the screen.
"But not Marcus's cold, money-only fifty-fifty system. I want to create something that makes all the invisible contributions in a home—housework, childcare, emotional support, even the toll of pregnancy and childbirth—into visible, quantifiable 'contribution values.'"
"So everyone who quietly contributes in marriage, especially women, can clearly see their worth. So 'fairness' isn't cold financial division, but recognition and respect for each other's contributions."
Riley and Attorney Watson exchanged glances, both seeing shock and approval in each other's eyes.
"Yes! I'm investing!" Riley was the first to raise her hand.
"If you need legal support, call me anytime," Attorney Watson promised with a smile.
Two years later.
My app—"FamilyBalance"—had taken off.
Featuring "contribution value visualization," it precisely hit the pain points of countless men and women feeling imbalanced in their family contributions, especially mothers.
User numbers exploded.
Media interviews came one after another.
That day, having just finished an interview with a financial news channel, I returned to my office.
Riley burst in with a strange expression, barely containing her glee.
"Evie, guess who I just saw at the coffee shop downstairs?"
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