Chapter 6 - The Mental Trap
I read Mark's terrifying text message again, my blood running completely cold.
My own ex-fiancé was actively trying to have me murdered and framed as a violent drug dealer.
I quickly took high-resolution photos of all the text messages on the burner phone and forwarded them to my secure cloud server.
I knew I could not trust the local police to arrest their own corrupt deputy.
I quietly packed my grandfather's journal into my tactical bag and left the bound men in the house.
I drove my truck to a cheap motel two towns over, paying entirely in cash to avoid being tracked.
The next morning, I put my pristine Navy uniform back on and drove back to the Portsmouth Family Court.
I walked into the courtroom, holding my head high and refusing to show any signs of fear.
Mark looked incredibly shocked to see me alive, his confident smirk instantly vanishing from his face.
He quickly recovered his composure and approached the judge's bench with a massive stack of new medical documents.
He filed an emergency motion to have me completely stripped of my legal autonomy.
Mark claimed that my combat trauma had caused a severe psychotic break, rendering me highly dangerous and legally incompetent.
My mother took the witness stand, crying completely fake, dramatic tears into a silk handkerchief.
She testified that I had wildly attacked her the previous night, completely hallucinating and screaming about nonexistent assassins.
She begged the judge to award them the farmhouse so they could sell it to pay for my permanent psychiatric care.
Judge Simmons looked deeply troubled, staring at the official, forged medical reports Mark had provided.
He stated that he was legally bound to order an immediate psychological evaluation before proceeding with the property dispute.
Mark smiled victoriously, knowing that the corrupt doctors on the cartel's payroll would instantly declare me insane.
I stood up from my table, my voice ringing out clearly and powerfully across the silent courtroom.
I told the judge that I respectfully refused the local medical evaluation because I had already brought my own expert witness.
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I gestured toward the heavy wooden doors at the back of the courtroom.
The doors swung open, and a highly decorated Four-Star Admiral walked powerfully down the center aisle.
