Chapter 11
“Mr. Gomez, Ms. Jackson has filed for a restraining order. If you have anything to say, you’ll need to bring it up in court.”
Javier thought the police had called him to bring me home, so when they mentioned court, he looked totally thrown.
I kept my tone calm. “Javier, when you did all that to me, did it ever cross your mind that it might be illegal?”
Anthony was sitting nearby and slowly explained all my conditions to Javier.
If things played out the usual way, Javier could end up locked away for decades.
Anthony stood up with his cane, walked over, and slapped Javier.
Then, he dropped to his knees in front of me. I jumped up, trying to stop him, but he froze me with what he said.
“Skylar, we failed you. But please don’t press charges against Javier for my sake.”
I sat back down and responded slowly, “I don’t owe your family anything. Sure, you raised me, but my mom once saved your life. This issue is between me and Javier. Please don’t get involved.”
Anthony looked like he wanted to keep talking, but my lawyer cut in.
“Sir Gomez, you know exactly what my client’s been through. You let it happen. So what right do you have to ask for forgiveness now? And even if she agreed to drop it, the military won’t let it go.”
My father died serving the country. The doctor helped me reach out to the unit my father had served in. I brought my father’s belongings, went to the military district, and told the leader the whole story.
They were the ones who connected me with my lawyer.
Seeing that I wasn’t going to argue, Anthony understood that it was the truth.
He gave a heavy sigh.
“I’m too old to fix any of this now. My biggest regret is not raising my grandson properly. That’s why things turned out this way.”
He left slowly, leaning on his cane.
Javier didn’t say anything to argue with my lawyer. He just said calmly, “I don’t mind going to prison. I just don’t want a divorce. That’s all I ask.”
My lawyer smiled and patted Javier’s shoulder.
“Relax. My client is definitely walking out of hell for good.”
Since the military was watching closely, the court moved fast. There were no real arguments, and Javier got more than ten years behind bars. I also took most of his assets.
As for the marriage he had been thinking about, it was over.
When I heard he had died, I was at the beach, enjoying a vacation. My right arm had a high-tech prosthetic. It wasn’t good enough for the piano, but it worked fine for everything else.
I gave a quick wave to show I got it and told the bodyguard to leave.
Honestly, I thought Javier would hang on for at least another two years. But he only lasted a year in prison before ending it himself by slamming his head into a wall.
I felt a mix of emotions, but the male model’s laughter snapped me out of it.
I blew him a kiss-time to go have fun.
Compared to the nightmare I went through with the Gomez family, living rich and free was a thousand times better. Why waste a thought on someone like Javier?
I threw on my sunglasses and strutted over, full of confidence.
