Chapter 7
I looked at my permanent reflection without flinching.
“Then we have plenty of time to build that future,” I replied calmly.
My loving parents arrived from their home in Ohio a few days later to support my journey. My mother embraced me with extreme care to avoid touching my sensitive skin, while my father sat quietly by my hospital bed for several minutes before finding the strength to speak.
“Please forgive me for failing to protect you from that dangerous man,” my father voiced with tears in his eyes.
“You could not possibly have known what he was hiding behind his charming smile, Dad,” I reassured him softly.
My parents remained steadfastly by my side through every painful surgery, every police deposition, and the terrifying nights when nightmares of the attack kept me awake.
Gabriel continued to assist our legal team by handing over private emails, financial spreadsheets, and hidden contracts.
“I cannot undo the awful things I enabled while working for him, but I can refuse to shield him any longer,” Gabriel told me sincerely.
“You cannot purchase my forgiveness with helpful documents,” I warned him honestly.
“I am not trying to buy your forgiveness, Genevieve, but rather trying to make myself useful to justice,” he answered quietly.
Over the passing years, I found space in my heart to partially forgive his past cowardice, though I never fully forgot his silence.
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The court process lasted nearly two full years before reaching a final resolution.
Christian’s high-priced legal team tried desperately to frame every piece of evidence as isolated misunderstandings, but the mountain of bank transfers, text messages, and testimonies established a undeniable pattern of criminal abuse.
