The judge nodded slowly. “A remarkably measured response. Given the admission of paternity fraud, I am setting aside the divorce settlement entirely. Mrs. Chandler, I strongly advise you to find a criminal defense attorney. I am referring this matter to the District Attorney for a fraud investigation.”
Lenora collapsed into her chair, sobbing about her children needing her.
“You should have thought of that,” the judge said, raising his gavel, “before you deceived the man who raised them.”
The gavel fell with a final, echoing thud.
I didn’t turn on my truck engine for an hour after I left. I just sat in the parking lot, shaking. I had won my freedom, my assets, and my dignity, but the cost was a hole in my soul. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Marcus: “Mom is crying and won’t tell us what happened. Are you coming home?”
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