Justice For Juniper novel Chapter 92

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He took her by the hand and walked her back into the meeting

room.

“Your hands are always all over her.” Kyst accused them furiously. “Are you sleeping with my wife?”

“I am her friend and her lawyer, and she needs both facets of our relationship right now, Mr. Kennedy.”

“She didn’t even know you until a few weeks ago.”

“And yet, I would call her one of my best friends without reservation after watching how gloriously strong she is. Do you know, Kyst, it was Phineas, Adil and I who collected Juniper from the medical clinic where she was bleeding after the loss of your child? While you were banging my best friend’s wife on her sofa, she was proving how incredibly resilient she is.”

“You said you were with your mother.” Kyst flicked angry eyes at

her.

“She was with her mother. The confirmation of your betrayal happened while Juniper was at the workplace. She left work bleeding and was taken to the clinic. Out of an abundance of caution and concern, the three of us went to check on her because we were the ones who confirmed for her how you were in fact cheating. We picked her up. We brought her to a secure place, and we arranged for her mother to be present. Her mother stayed with her, as well as her mother’s employer,

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Sandra Perez. Maeve was the one who helped her get cleaned up, fed her, put her to bed, stayed with her in bed and then stayed with her for four more full days. We knew she had nowhere to go given while she was losing her child you were washing your bedding from the filth of your affair, and she didn’t want to sleep there.” Kyst looked away from Beni’s brutal takedown. “Being around someone who was so vulnerable yet demonstrating such tenacity, made me instantly admire and respect Juniper. She is a lesson on how to persevere in the worst of situations. Juniper has made a lifelong friend in me, and I will never, ever, let her down.”

“I –” Kyst started to speak but the mediator cut him off.

“Look. It is evident that there is a lot of emotion here at this table. My suggestion for the remainder of this session is to split up. Mr. Rojas, adjacent to this office is another office. I’d like to ask you and your client to accompany me to this other room. We will go over your list of what you wish to take from this divorce proceeding and then I will bring it back to Mr. Whittaker and his client. Hopefully in a short time we can resolve the outstanding issues.” She made a show of writing on a notepad, “however, and I cannot say this clearly enough, it is not my recommendation to the court that Mrs. Kennedy be forced into reconciliation or couples therapy. It is clear the marriage is over from her perspective,” she lifted the folder, “and with good reason. Let’s move forward with the outstanding issues and then call it a day.”

“We are not asking for much,” Beni said seriously, not moving from the table yet. “My client is asking for half of the savings, including the half of the bonuses Mr. Kennedy received from his

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employer that he tucked into a secret account without his wife’s knowledge.” He pointed to the folder, “it’s the last tab in the folder, Ms. Laurent. Mr. Kennedy was receiving annual bonuses from his employer, three years in a row, for securing new business for the company and he hid these from his wife. There is well over a hundred thousand dollars in the account. It is income earned during the marriage and given my client paid for a lot of Mr. Kennedy’s education and even paid the fee for his bar exam,” he saw the woman’s eyebrows lift, “it strikes as suspicious he would hide income earned in a job she paid for him to get.”

“This income was not shared in your statement of earnings you provided, Mr. Kennedy.” Susan Laurent looked at her paperwork and compared it to the notations in the folder provided by Beni. “Were you hiding income from the courts?”

“I forgot about it,” he offered weakly.

“Not buying it.” She looked at Kyst’s lawyer, “we will leave you for the next fifteen minutes to sort out any other discrepancies which the PI was able to factually provide evidence of while I go through the list of demands from Mrs. Kennedy.” She waved at Beni, “shall we?”

“Juniper, please,” Kyst was on his feet again. “Don’t give up on me. Please. I was desperate trying to make the money I knew you invested into me.”

“If that was true, Mr. Kennedy,” Beni helped Juniper to her feet, “you wouldn’t have hidden the proceeds of our income from her. You were greedy. You wanted to play the fast talking, smooth

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