The attorney, Fiona Cole, photographed the rooms and carefully reviewed the digital files I prepared. She confirmed that Randy’s secret loans were acts of identity theft and his forged signatures on the deed draft were felonies.
Furthermore, Eden’s text messages clearly proved they were working together.
The most damaging evidence came from a camera in the dining room.
Three nights ago, Randy and Eden had sat at the dining table drinking wine.
“Once she signs the house over, you can file for divorce,” Eden had explained on tape. “We will tell everyone she had a breakdown because unstable women lose everything.”
Randy had laughed loudly at her suggestion. “She won’t fight us because Joanna always freezes when she is scared,” he had replied.
As we watched the video, my father’s face became rigid with rage.
“He targeted the wrong woman,” Fiona said quietly.
I shook my head. “No, he targeted the woman he spent years making afraid, but he forgot who I was before I met him,” I said.
By 10:30 a.m., we had secured an emergency protective order and sent the evidence to the district attorney. Fiona also arranged for a legal process server to wait outside my house.
I decided to leave my suitcase upstairs and left the makeup untouched on the bed.
At 11:57 a.m., my father sat in Randy’s favorite armchair while Fiona and the security officer waited quietly in the study. I sat in my father’s car across the street, watching the living room through the security camera app on my phone.
At noon, Randy’s expensive car pulled into the driveway.
Eden stepped out of the vehicle wearing pearls and holding a bottle of champagne.
“They are celebrating their expected victory,” my father murmured through my earpiece.
Randy unlocked the front door and walked inside.
“Where is our happy little hostess?” Eden called out cheerfully.
Then, they saw my father sitting in the dark room.
Randy stopped so suddenly that Eden bumped right into his back.
My father stood up very slowly.
“Hello, Randy,” he said.
The expensive bottle of champagne slipped from Eden’s hand and shattered on the hardwood floor.
Randy’s face turned completely white. “Judge Wright,” he stammered.
“I am retired, but I still know how to handle men who beat women and forge signatures,” my father replied.
Randy glanced nervously toward the staircase. “Where is Joanna?” he demanded.
“She is somewhere you can never touch her again,” my father said.
Eden stepped forward. “This is just a minor family misunderstanding,” she claimed.
My father looked at the makeup bag on the stairs and then looked back at her. “No, this is criminal evidence,” he said.
PART 3
Randy tried to run toward the back door immediately.
However, the security officer blocked his path as Fiona stepped out of the study holding a large envelope.
“You have been officially served,” Fiona announced.
Randy quickly read the papers containing the protective order, divorce petition, and asset freeze.
“This is ridiculous because Joanna owns nothing without me,” Randy yelled.
Fiona smiled coldly at him. “The townhouse belonged to Joanna before you married, and your forged deed was never legally recorded,” she said.
Eden pointed a shaking finger at my father. “You poisoned her mind against us,” she screamed.
“Your son fractured her rib,” my father replied calmly.
