"I was never greedy, I was only ever loyal to you," I said. "Loyalty did not involve draining a company account," he said. "Why did you do this to me after all these years?" I asked.
"I simply sought justice for the firm and our employees," he said. "You sought a way to erase me from our success," I replied. "I feared I would lose the rest of my life to a lie today," I whispered.
"I made no such choice and you knew that," I said. "The judge prepared to return to the bench at last," he noted.
"Even our daughter stopped calling me Mom because of your stories," I said. "No one could blame her after what you did," he said. "I did nothing to hurt her or our beautiful family," I cried.
"You became a common criminal in her eyes," he said. "You were the one who put that idea in her head," I said. "I told her the facts of the investigation," he replied.
I already accepted that I might lose everything.
"The world saw a thief when they looked at you," he said. "I saw a man who betrayed his wife for money," I said. "I already accepted that I might lose everything," I admitted.
"I still believed that justice found a way," I said. "Justice was exactly what happened in this room," he said.
"I helped you build that tech empire from nothing," I said. "It ended with the thief going where she belonged," he said. "How did you explain this to our son Noah?" I asked.
"He was only a toddler when you took me away," I said. "He grew up without the shadow of your crimes," he said.
I looked at Daniel, but he would not meet my eyes as the judge reached for his gavel.
His jaw stayed tight, but his fingers kept tapping the table, a nervous rhythm I knew from our marriage. He always did that when he was lying and waiting to be believed.
I turned my head and saw a small figure walking down the center aisle. It was my son, Noah.
His face was pale but his eyes were fixed on me. He walked past the guards and stood right next to my chair.
"Noah, why are you here?" I whispered.
"I couldn't let them do this to you anymore," he said.
"You need to go back outside with your aunt," I said.
"No," he said.
He leaned toward my ear so only I could hear him.
"Mom, the person who framed you is in this courtroom," he whispered.
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine.
"Noah, what are you saying?" I breathed.
"I saw him in your office that night," he said.
"I saw him take the notebook with your passwords," he added.
Daniel slammed his palms onto the table and stood up.
"This is a cruel joke," Daniel snapped.
"He just wants his mother back, and she is feeding him lies," Daniel said.
"Sit down right now, Noah," Daniel hissed from his table.
"No, Dad," Noah said.
"I kept the secret because I was scared of you," he added.
"That is enough," Daniel yelled.
"I will not have my son coached like a witness," he said.
"He is not being coached," I said.
"He's finally speaking," I added.
The judge banged his gavel three times.
"Sit down, Mr. Vance," the judge ordered.
He looked at Noah with a serious expression.
"Young man, you need to understand something," the judge said.
"Accusations made in this courtroom carry very serious weight," he continued.
"I know that," Noah answered.
"Are you certain you are telling the truth?" the judge asked.
"I am," Noah said.
"If he had evidence this important, why would he stay silent all these years?" Daniel asked.
"He was three years old when this started, Daniel," I said.
The judge looked at Noah again.
