We needed him to commit perjury on a federal record first. Forty eight hours later I walked into the plush high altitude conference room of a prestigious civilian law firm in downtown Seattle. I was dressed in my immaculate Air Force service dress uniform. Every ribbon every medal every brass button was polished to absolute perfection.
I did not look like a broken discarded wife. I looked like a federal officer preparing for a tribunal. My attorney a ruthless former Judge Advocate General named Davis sat quietly beside me. He had reviewed every piece of evidence DeAndre and I had gathered but we had agreed to keep our arsenal entirely hidden for now.
Derek walked into the deposition room accompanied by his highly paid aggressively tailored civilian lawyer. Derek had clearly practiced his performance. He wore a slightly wrinkled shirt to give the impression of a stressed exhausted single father who was barely holding his life together. When the court reporter officially swore us in and began transcribing the session Derek immediately turned on the waterworks.
He produced fake tears rubbing his eyes and acting completely devastated by the collapse of our marriage. His attorney went straight on the offensive. He painted a picture of me as an unstable erratic military mother who had abandoned her family duties for the thrill of overseas deployments. He formally entered the fake DNA test into the record using it as the foundational justification for their demands.
Derek sat across the polished mahogany table and boldly stated his terms for the official transcript. He demanded full physical and legal custody of Lily. He demanded exclusive ownership of our home. He demanded a massive percentage of my military pension and requested maximum monthly alimony claiming that my reckless behavior had caused him severe emotional distress that prevented him from working effectively at his brokerage firm.
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