She Framed Me As Unfit So I’ll See Her In Court Chapter 43
After Sloan was sentenced, Caleb’s lawyer quickly submitted a supplemental statement.
He admitted that he knew Sloan was inciting reports, and admitted that after the police came to the house, his first response had been to demand that I stop pursuing the matter.
But he still insisted he had not known the details of the ad copy or the bottle.
The prosecutor did not let him wash away his role by claiming ignorance of the details.
Beth’s chat records, Sloan’s sworn statement, and that recorded phone call had already proved that he supported using a CPS record to take Maya, and that after the danger became real, he tried to suppress the police report.
In the end, he bore criminal responsibility for participating in harassment and interfering with a report to law enforcement.
No mansion, no lawyer, and no sentence beginning with *I’m the child’s father* could delete a timestamp.
His sentence was lighter than Sloan’s, but it still left a permanent record. He received probation, a fine, and domestic violence intervention classes. Any violation of supervised visitation terms or attempt to bypass written communication would trigger renewed review.
Before we left the courthouse, he sent over an envelope through his lawyer.
“He says it’s an apology letter for you.”
I didn’t open it.
“Scan it for the file and return the original.”
My lawyer looked at me. “You don’t want to know what he wrote?”
“No.”
In my last life, I had waited in despair for one sentence from him saying he believed me.
It never came.
Now, whether he wrote ten pages or a hundred, it could not bring back the me on that bathroom floor. It could not bring back the winter my mother failed to survive.
His apology belonged in the supervised visitation room.
In every time he arrived on time, every class he completed, every answer in which he stopped blaming someone else.
As for forgiveness—
that was never a reward he got to claim from me after serving out his punishment.