Chapter 8 - The First Attack
The statement appeared online at 8:07 a.m.
David did not sign it personally.
His attorney released it.
Mr. Cole categorically denies allegations that he intentionally harmed or endangered his wife.
The statement expressed concern for my health.
It asked for privacy.
Then came the knife.
It claimed that powerful individuals were using political and judicial influence to interfere with a private family dispute.
Rebecca read the statement aloud.
I laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because it was so perfectly David.
âHeâs making himself the victim.â
Rebecca set the page down.
âHeâs trying.â
My father stood near the window.
âHe wants me to respond.â
Rebecca nodded.
âSo you wonât.â
My father looked at me.
âThis is Annaâs case.â
That mattered.
Every reporter in Washington wanted the Chief Justice to speak.
He refused.
Not because he lacked anger.
Because he understood that the most powerful thing he could do for me was avoid becoming Davidâs excuse.
My response came through Rebecca.
Three sentences.
I requested privacy for my medical recovery.
I stated that I trusted the investigative process.
And I asked that no one turn domestic abuse into political theater.
Nothing more.
David hated it.
I knew because that night he violated the spirit of the no-contact order without technically contacting me.
He called Michael.
The conversation lasted eleven minutes.
Michael called investigators immediately afterward.
David had asked him to âremember the evening accurately.â
Then he reminded Michael that future promotions at the firm depended on loyalty.
Michael recorded the call.
When Rebecca told me, I stared at her.
âHe threatened his own colleague?â
âHe will call it professional advice.â
âOf course he will.â
But the firm did not.
By afternoon, Davidâs administrative leave became termination.
The managing partner issued a short statement citing conduct inconsistent with professional standards.
Davidâs photograph disappeared from the firm website.
His biography disappeared.
His cases were reassigned.
His office access was revoked.
The career he had bragged about while I lay on the kitchen floor was vanishing by the hour.
Then Sylvia spoke to the press.
She stood outside her home wearing a dark wool coat and pearls.
She called me manipulative.
She claimed I had concealed my family identity in order to entrap David.
She said I had never respected her.
Then she made the mistake that changed everything.
She said Christmas had been the first serious disagreement in our marriage.
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It was not.
And unlike Sylvia, I had receipts.
