Part 4
Richard and Emily filed first.
Their complaint was a masterpiece of fiction. I was painted as unstable, vindictive, emotionally abusive—a billionaire ice queen using corporate power to destroy two innocent lovers. Emily claimed wrongful termination. Richard alleged financial coercion. Both demanded damages for emotional distress.
The headlines were exactly what they wanted.
SCOTT HEIRESS FREEZES HUSBAND’S LIFE AFTER LOVE TRIANGLE.
CEO CLAIMS WIFE’S REVENGE WAS “PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE.”
SISTER VS. SISTER IN BILLION-DOLLAR DIVORCE.
Daniel called before I finished reading the filing.
“They’re not trying to win,” he said. “They’re trying to make things ugly enough that you’ll pay them to disappear.”
“Then we make it uglier.”
“Clara.”
“They opened the door to my emotional state. We show exactly what caused it.”
He understood immediately.
Within forty-eight hours, we filed our response. Attached were terrace security stills, the audio recording of Richard and Emily plotting to force me out, the offshore payment to Diana, the security logs from the night my father died, and the medication discrepancies.
We requested depositions for Richard, Emily, Diana, and Dr. Alister Evans, my father’s physician.
The emergency hearing took place in a wood-paneled courtroom where Judge Eleanor Ramos looked like she had spent thirty years disappointing liars professionally.
Richard sat at the plaintiff’s table in a navy suit, thinner but not humbled. Emily wore a plain gray dress, hair tied back, no jewelry—the costume of innocence.
I sat beside Daniel and refused to look at either of them.
Judge Ramos reviewed the filings, then lowered her glasses.
“This appears less like divorce litigation and more like corporate assassination mixed with family trauma.”
Nobody spoke.
Richard’s lawyer argued my father’s death was irrelevant.
Daniel stood.
“They made my client’s mental state central to their claims. They accused her of instability and cruelty. We intend to prove the plaintiffs deliberately orchestrated a campaign to destabilize her, including weaponizing the death of her father and concealing facts regarding Mr. Scott’s presence in Robert Scott’s apartment the night he died.”
Richard’s head snapped toward me.
For the first time, I saw genuine fear.
Judge Ramos permitted the depositions.
Limited. Protected. But permitted.
Richard confronted me outside the courtroom.
“You’re dragging your father’s corpse into this,” he snarled.
“No,” I said. “I’m dragging your lies into daylight.”
He stepped closer. “You don’t want to know everything.”
“That,” I replied, “is where you are wrong.”
Emily’s deposition came first.
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