Chapter 3: The Courtroom
Four months later, every seat in Courtroom Four was occupied.
The prosecution presented photographs.
Medical records.
The emergency call.
Witness testimony.
Natalie testified without hesitation.
"I stood between Diego and Valerie because I believed he might attack her again."
The courtroom fell silent.
Then the prosecutor played the 911 recording.
The jurors listened as my calm voice described the assault while Diego shouted in the background for me to hang up.
When it was my turn, I spoke simply.
"I wasn't asking for money."
"I wasn't asking for property."
"I was defending property I had already earned."
Diego never looked at me.
The defense argued that he had acted "in the heat of the moment."
The prosecutor answered with a single sentence.
"Being angry is not a legal defense for violence."
After less than four hours of deliberation, the jury returned.
"Guilty."
Diego closed his eyes.
Victoria began crying.
The judge imposed a sentence that included incarceration, probation after release, mandatory counseling, and a permanent protective order prohibiting contact with me.
Outside the courthouse, reporters waited.
Someone asked whether I felt victorious.
I answered honestly.
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"There are no winners when violence enters a marriage."
"But there must be accountability."
