Chapter 9 - VERDICT AND RECKONING
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The jury deliberated for less than two hours.
When the courtroom doors opened on Friday afternoon, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. The gallery was packed with reporters, legal experts, and curious spectators who had followed the dramatic downfall of the Vance family from the beginning.
I sat in the front row behind the prosecution’s table, flanked by Eleanor and Marcus Vance.
Victoria and Julian were brought in by armed bailiffs. Julian’s head hung low, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Victoria sat rigid, staring straight ahead at the judge’s bench, her jaw set in a mask of bitter denial.
“All rise,” the bailiff announced as Judge Thomas entered and took his seat.
“Has the jury reached a verdict?” Judge Thomas asked.
The jury foreperson, a stern-faced retired military officer, stood up. “We have, Your Honor.”
He handed the verdict sheets to the bailiff, who passed them to the judge. Judge Thomas reviewed the documents, nodded slowly, and handed them back.
“Count one: Aggravated Assault with intent to cause severe bodily harm,” the foreperson read aloud, his voice echoing in the dead quiet room. “Regarding the defendant Victoria Marie Vance... we find the defendant GUILTY.”
A collective gasp swept through the gallery.
“Count two: Grand Larceny and Fraudulent Wire Transfer,” the foreperson continued. “Regarding Victoria Marie Vance... GUILTY. Count three: Witness Tampering and Extortion... GUILTY.”
Victoria didn't flinch. She stared blankly at the wall, her fingers clenching into tight fists.
“Count four: Accessory to Aggravated Assault and Deprivation of Medical Care,” the foreperson read, turning to the second sheet. “Regarding the defendant Julian Arthur Vance... we find the defendant GUILTY. Count five: Attempted Burglary and Assault with a Deadly Weapon... GUILTY.”
Julian let out a sharp, choked sob, burying his face in his cuffed hands.
Judge Thomas turned his gaze toward the defense table, his expression unyielding.
“Victoria Vance,” Judge Thomas said, his voice ringing with absolute authority. “Your actions demonstrated a profound, terrifying lack of human empathy. You manipulated your family, stole from a dying man, and very nearly killed a young woman out of pure, unadulterated greed. I sentence you to thirty-five years at the Central State Correctional Institution without the possibility of parole.”
Victoria’s knees buckled. The bailiffs caught her by the arms as she let out a guttural, terrifying shriek of despair.
“Julian Vance,” Judge Thomas continued, turning to my ex-husband. “You betrayed the sacred trust of marriage, left your injured wife to suffer, and engaged in a violent campaign of intimidation. I sentence you to eighteen years in state prison.”
“Nora! Nora, please!” Julian screamed as the bailiffs began dragging him out toward the holding cells. “Tell them! Tell them I’m sorry! Nora!”
I didn't say a word. I watched them pull Julian through the side door, his cries fading into the heavy concrete walls of the courthouse.
Victoria was dragged out next, screaming curses at the judge, at Eleanor, and at me, her fingernails clawing uselessly against the polished floorboards until the heavy metal doors slammed shut behind her.
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Eleanor turned to me, offering a gentle, proud smile. “It’s over, Nora. They will never hurt you again.”
I took a long, deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs completely—free of pain, free of fear, and free of the parasite family that had tried to consume my life.
