My Husband Served Me Divorce Papers Hours After I Gave Birth To Triplets. He Called Our Children A Mistake, Not Knowing I Am Actually The Billionaire Heiress Funding His Company. Should I Bankrupt Him Before He Realizes Who I Really Am?

Judgment Day

The morning of the trial arrived with a cloudy sky over New York. The courthouse was packed with a sea of journalists eager for sensational news. Inside the crowded courtroom, the presiding judge banged the gavel to begin the session, and the atmosphere instantly became a silent but deadly battlefield.

Richard’s side was given the first opportunity to present their arguments, and his lawyer with fervor launched false accusations about Eleanor’s inability to care for the children. Eleanor sat in silence listening to all the slander without batting an eye, waiting for her turn like a chess grandmaster who lets her opponent advance their pawns before delivering the checkmate.

When it was the defense’s turn, Eleanor’s lead lawyer stood up, smiled politely at the judge, and said in a loud voice, “Your honor, we will not present a lengthy oral argument. We just want to show a video and present some financial audit documents that will explain everything.”

The large screen in the courtroom lit up, showing the recording from Tiffany’s apartment in crystal clear sound quality, revealing Richard and Tiffany’s evil plan to the entire silent room. Richard’s face went from red to ash and white as he heard his own voice saying he did not care about his children. Tiffany let out a choked cry and tried to cover her face as the journalists in the back seats gasped, realizing they had been supporting the real villain.

Eleanor’s lead lawyer gave his opponents no breathing room. He presented the evidence from the forensic audit that revealed the embezzlement of company funds, tax fraud, and money laundering that Richard had committed for years. These documents were the final nails that would seal Richard’s coffin forever, turning this civil case into an unavoidable criminal nightmare.

The Verdict

The presiding judge looked at the now dark screen, his jaw tight, then turned his piercing gaze on Richard, who looked as if his soul had just been ripped from his body. Richard tried to open his mouth to deny, to say something that could salvage the situation, but nothing more than a pathetic panicked hiss came from his dry throat.

Next to Richard, Tiffany began to sob hysterically, but this time they were not fake tears to seek sympathy but tears of pure terror. She suddenly stood up and shouted that she knew nothing of the extortion plan, claiming that Richard had forced her and that she was just a victim of that evil man’s manipulation. Richard insulted Tiffany, calling her materialistic and greedy, while Tiffany responded by screaming that Richard was a bankrupt and useless con man. The scene was so pathetic and degrading that the judge had to bang his gavel repeatedly and forcefully to restore order.

Once order was difficultly restored, the presiding judge read his verdict with a tone that contained anger and unwavering legal authority. He declared that Richard had conclusively proven himself unfit to be a father and to have a bad faith that endangered the psychological and physical well-being of the children. The judge permanently revoked all of Richard’s custody and visitation rights, granting full and exclusive custody to Eleanor without conditions.

Not only that, the judge also issued a provisional arrest warrant for Richard and Tiffany for alleged extortion, fraud, and conspiracy, and ordered that the evidence of financial crimes be immediately handed over to the prosecutor’s office to be processed as serious felonies.

The side door of the courtroom opened and a squad of uniformed police officers entered with firm steps. They moved quickly toward the defendant’s box, ignoring the weak protests of Richard. The cold metallic sound of the handcuffs closing resounded loudly, marking his transition from a free businessman to a prisoner of the state.

A New Dawn

Outside the courthouse, the bright New York sun greeted Eleanor as if the universe were celebrating her victory with its best light. The crowd of journalists waiting on the steps immediately surrounded her, offering microphones and launching a barrage of questions about her feelings and future plans.

However, Eleanor did not stop for a long interview. She only paused for a moment at the top of the stairs, slightly lowered her sunglasses, and said briefly that justice had been done and that her main focus now was to raise her children in peace. That simple sentence, spoken in a calm but firm tone, instantly became the main headline of all national news, affirming her position as a dignified and classy winner.

Winston was already waiting by the open door of the limousine, his old face beaming with a pride he could not hide as he watched his young lady descend the courthouse steps like a queen. Eleanor smiled back at her loyal butler, feeling the heavy burden that had oppressed her chest for months finally lift completely.

She entered the cool comfortable car, closing the door to the bustle of the outside world and exhaling a long sigh that released the last of the tension from her muscles. In the silence of the car’s cabin, she finally allowed herself to smile broadly. Not a cynical smile of victory, but a pure smile of freedom.

In the distance, the sirens of the police car taking Richard to pre-trial detention could be faintly heard. For Eleanor, that sound was no longer a threat but the final melody of a tragic opera she did not want to hear again. She ordered her driver to play relaxing classical music, drowning out the last vestiges of bad memories of that man.

Life went on, and Eleanor was determined to live it with her head held high, enjoying every second of her extraordinary life which was now completely under her control.