Chapter 8 - The Aftermath
One month after the trial.
The morning sun shone brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my new house—a beautiful four-bedroom craftsman home located near the military base in Virginia, far away from the dark memories of Chicago.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of freshly brewed coffee and lavender candles.
I stood near the kitchen island, dressed in comfortable jeans and a soft sweater, watching my father sit on the living room rug.
General Robert Bennett—the feared four-star general who commanded thousands of troops—was currently making silly duck faces while bouncing a chubby, healthy seven-month-old baby girl on his knees.
Victoria let out a loud, ringing belly laugh, her tiny dimples showing prominently on her rosy cheeks. She was now a healthy twelve pounds, her medical checks completely clear, thriving in every possible way.
"Look at you, little tactical commander," Dad cooed, gently tickling her tummy. "You're getting bigger every day. Yes you are!"
I smiled, setting down two mugs of coffee on the coffee table. "If your staff officers saw you right now, Dad, they'd never believe it."
Dad laughed softly, carefully lifting Victoria up and cradling her against his broad chest. "Let them think whatever they want. Being a grandfather is the highest rank I’ve ever achieved."
I sat down beside him, picking up my mug, taking a warm, comforting sip.
"I received the final divorce decree in the mail yesterday," I mentioned quietly. "It's officially over. Ryan signed all the paperwork waiving his parental rights in exchange for me dropping the civil financial restitution lawsuit."
Dad nodded approvingly. "Good. He chose his toxic family over his child. He doesn't deserve to be in her life."
"He tried to call me one last time from a private number," I admitted, looking down at my hands. "He was crying. He said his mother’s house was being foreclosed because they spent all their savings on Melissa's failed legal defense. He works at a small hardware store now. He asked if he could just see a picture of Victoria."
"What did you tell him?" Dad asked gently.
I looked over at my smiling daughter, who was happily reaching for the golden buttons on my father's shirt.
"I told him that actions have consequences," I said firmly. "I told him that when he chose to sit at that dinner table while his sister locked me outside, he surrendered his right to be a father. Then I blocked the number."
"That's my girl," Dad said, offering me an approving nod. "You protected your perimeter, Colonel."
Just then, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was an official encrypted notification from the Department of the Army.
I swiped the screen open and read the top-secret message.
FROM: HEADQUARTERS, DEPARTMENT OF THE ARMY
TO: COLONEL CLAIRE BENNETT
SUBJECT: SELECTION FOR BRIGADIER GENERAL PROMOTION BOARD
I stared at the screen, my heart skipping a beat.
"Dad..." I whispered, handing him the phone.
Dad took the phone, read the official notification, and his eyes lit up with profound pride. He looked up at me, a massive smile spreading across his face.
"A promotion nomination to Brigadier General," Dad said, his voice trembling with pride. "You're getting your first star, Claire."
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"Brigadier General Bennett," I repeated softly, testing the sound of it.
"You earned it, sweetheart," Dad said, placing his hand over mine. "You faced the worst kind of betrayal, you fought for your child’s life, and you came out stronger on the other side. There is no one more qualified to wear those stars than you."
