Chapter 11
The day of the trial, I showed up to court in a wheelchair.
Not because I couldn’t walk–I was just too weak to stand for long periods.
Over the past month, I’d been through three surgeries and countless bandage changes.
Every single one was pure agony.
The physical torture was bad enough, but the mental part was killing me.
Every morning when I woke up, the first thing I’d do was touch my face.
All I ever felt were thick layers of gauze.
Seraphina walked into the courtroom wearing this plain, conservative outfit, head down, looking all remorseful
Hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, no makeup, looking way more run down than usual.
But I knew it was all an act.
Just like when she played the helpless victim, the innocent girl the sweet little thing
Her lawyer was working overtime to make excuses for her. “Your Honor, my client acted impulsively, intending only a harmless prank…”
“When she purchased the acid, she had no idea it would cause such severe injuries.……“.
“My client is willing to take full responsibility and asks the court for leruency…
“A prank?” My lawyer’s voice cut through the courtroom like a knife.
“Tell me, Your Honor–buying 98% concentrated sulfuric acid, diluting it down to 30%, and putting it in a water bottle–how much planning does that take?”
“How much chemistry knowledge? How much prep time?”
“Furthermore, the defendant searched online for terms like “acid concentration and injury severity and how to disfigure someone with acid without killing them.“”
“Does that sound like a prank to you?“
The whole courtroom erupted in shocked murmurs.
People in the gallery started whispering to each other.
Seraphina’s face went completely white, her fingers twisted together so tight her knuckles showed.
My lawyer kept going. “The defendant also spent the week before the incident befriending the plaintiff, specifically to lower her guard.”
“This was premeditated, calculated assault!”
“The defendant’s actions clearly constitute aggravated assault with intent to cause bodily harm!”
The evidence kept piling up.
Purchase records showing exactly when and how much acid she bought.
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Search history laying out her planning process step by step.
Text messages full of pure venom.
But the smoking gun was a document the police found on Seraphina’s laptop.
The file was titled: “The Plan.doc”
It was like a blueprint for destroying my life.
From how to get close to Alistair, to how to drive a wedge between us, all the way to what she called the “grand finale.”
Every step was laid out in detail, like she was writing a screenplay.
One section made everyone in that courtroom go dead silent:
“Step 1: Get close to Alistair and earn his trust.”
“Step 2: Create conflict to make Aurelia lose faith in Alistair.”
“Step 3: At the right moment, teach Aurelia a lesson she’ll never forget.”
“Keep concentration around 30%-won’t kill her, but will definitely disfigure her.”
“Location: homecoming gala. Lots of witnesses, maximum impact.”
“Have Alistair deliver the bottle personally. The betrayal will destroy her completely.”
The file name? “Getting Rid of Her Once and For All.doc”
When that document came up on the screen, even the judge looked shaken.
This wasn’t some prank gone wrong–it was a calculated crime.
This wasn’t some moment of poor judgment–it was revenge she’d been planning for months.
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Chapter 11
The day of the trial, I showed up to court in a wheelchair.
Not because I couldn’t walk–I was just too weak to stand for long periods.
Over the past month, I’d been through three surgeries and countless bandage changes.
Every single one was pure agony.
The physical torture was bad enough, but the mental part was killing me.
Every morning when I woke up, the first thing I’d do was touch my face.
All I ever felt were thick layers of gauze.
Seraphina walked into the courtroom wearing this plain, conservative outfit, head down, looking all remorseful
Hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, no makeup, looking way more run down than usual.
But I knew it was all an act.
Just like when she played the helpless victim, the innocent girl the sweet little thing
Her lawyer was working overtime to make excuses for her. “Your Honor, my client acted impulsively, intending only a harmless prank…”
“When she purchased the acid, she had no idea it would cause such severe injuries.……“.
“My client is willing to take full responsibility and asks the court for leruency…
“A prank?” My lawyer’s voice cut through the courtroom like a knife.
“Tell me, Your Honor–buying 98% concentrated sulfuric acid, diluting it down to 30%, and putting it in a water bottle–how much planning does that take?”
“How much chemistry knowledge? How much prep time?”
“Furthermore, the defendant searched online for terms like “acid concentration and injury severity and how to disfigure someone with acid without killing them.“”
“Does that sound like a prank to you?“
The whole courtroom erupted in shocked murmurs.
People in the gallery started whispering to each other.
Seraphina’s face went completely white, her fingers twisted together so tight her knuckles showed.
My lawyer kept going. “The defendant also spent the week before the incident befriending the plaintiff, specifically to lower her guard.”
“This was premeditated, calculated assault!”
“The defendant’s actions clearly constitute aggravated assault with intent to cause bodily harm!”
The evidence kept piling up.
Purchase records showing exactly when and how much acid she bought.
My Childhood Ex Ruined My Face for His Crush? Cute. I Ruined Their Lives
52.6%
Chapter 11
Search history laying out her planning process step by step.
Text messages full of pure venom.
But the smoking gun was a document the police found on Seraphina’s laptop.
The file was titled: “The Plan.doc”
It was like a blueprint for destroying my life.
From how to get close to Alistair, to how to drive a wedge between us, all the way to what she called the “grand finale.”
Every step was laid out in detail, like she was writing a screenplay.
One section made everyone in that courtroom go dead silent:
“Step 1: Get close to Alistair and earn his trust.”
“Step 2: Create conflict to make Aurelia lose faith in Alistair.”
“Step 3: At the right moment, teach Aurelia a lesson she’ll never forget.”
“Keep concentration around 30%-won’t kill her, but will definitely disfigure her.”
“Location: homecoming gala. Lots of witnesses, maximum impact.”
“Have Alistair deliver the bottle personally. The betrayal will destroy her completely.”
The file name? “Getting Rid of Her Once and For All.doc”
When that document came up on the screen, even the judge looked shaken.
This wasn’t some prank gone wrong–it was a calculated crime.
This wasn’t some moment of poor judgment–it was revenge she’d been planning for months.
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