The Midnight Deposition
The Midnight Deposition
At 2:00 a.m., the windows of the Manhattan District Attorney’s executive office remained brightly lit. The crushing weight of Wren Capital's evidence, combined with the financial leverage I applied, had forced the prosecutors to open an emergency midnight deposition, bypassing any corrupt judges the Reed family had on their payroll.
Patricia Reed sat in the corner of the room, stripped of her luxury furs, wearing a simple gray sweater alongside a public defender. Opposite her stood Marcus—the premier family attorney who had helped Julian draft the predatory marriage contract designed to trap Claire.
"I’ll state everything for the record," Marcus whispered, staring at the financial racketeering charge sheet that carried a potential twenty-five-year sentence. "Julian forced me to structure the asset clauses to guarantee Claire would lose custody. The long-term plan was to commit Claire to a private psychiatric facility in Vermont immediately after the delivery."
I sat in the observation row, holding Claire close against my side. As she heard the depths of the betrayal, her shoulders shook, but I held her firmly, anchoring her with my own strength.
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"Stay steady, my girl," I whispered into her hair. "They are tearing each other apart just to catch a single breath of air."
When Patricia heard her loyal attorney's full confession, she collapsed onto the wooden table, weeping hysterically. They were her first real tears—not of remorse for what they had done to my daughter, but from the brutal realization that the Reed dynasty had been permanently erased from the map of New York.
