23/09/2025
During the hearing, my ex claimed, “My son should live with me.” The judge then asked Zaden, “Is that right?” He stood, calmly took out his phone, and said, “Your Honor, may I play the recording from last night?” The courtroom went silent. Not peaceful silence — the kind where every heartbeat and every breath feels louder. Zaden, only eight years old, sat on the bench, legs dangling, looking small but with eyes that seemed older today. Across the aisle, Damian — my ex — stood beside his lawyer, suit crisp, shoes polished, that familiar smirk of someone who thinks victory is certain. The judge asked again, “Mr. Carter, you’re requesting a change in custody. You’ve stated your son wants to live with you — is that correct?” Damian nodded. My stomach clenched. I looked at Zaden, his hands folded tightly, knuckles white. Then came the question I dreaded: “Zaden, is that true? Do you want to live with your father?” Zaden slowly reached into his pocket, held up a small phone, and said, “Your Honor, may I play the recording from last night?” The judge froze. Everyone in the courtroom held their breath. FULL STORY⤵️
