Chapter 16 - SENTENCING IS NOT HEALING
Veda’s sentencing hearing came three weeks later.
I spoke.
Not long.
“My son was three.”
That was the beginning.
“He cried because he wanted comfort. Veda treated crying as misconduct, then treated the fear her punishments created as proof that he needed more punishment.”
Then:
“She also used that fear to help build a custody story against me.”
I did not ask for maximum prison.
I asked the court to consider:
Repeated conduct.
Planning.
Child vulnerability.
Failure to stop despite professional advice.
Evidence manipulation.
Veda’s attorney presented:
Age sixty-four.
No prior criminal record.
Years caring for family.
No permanent physical injury.
Acceptance of some wrongdoing? Limited.
Restitution for therapy costs.
Character witnesses.
All relevant.
Veda spoke.
“I believed I was correcting weakness.”
Not apology yet.
Then:
“I see now that I was creating the behavior I claimed to correct.”
Better.
She looked at Beckett.
“I also blamed Tamsin for taking my son away from me before she ever left.”
There.
Possession.
The judge imposed:
A finite custodial sentence.
Part suspended after required term.
Probation.
No contact with Crosby during custody and after release unless family court and therapist approve.
No childcare role.
No use of recordings involving Crosby.
Restitution for therapy and damaged property.
No decades.
No theatrical life sentence.
Beckett’s sentencing followed separately for endangerment plea.
The judge acknowledged:
He did not commit the direct acts charged against Veda.
He did enable dangerous isolation practices.
He knowingly sought to use distress in custody litigation.
Sentence:
Probation.
Suspended jail.
Parenting intervention.
Community service.
No unsupervised custody until family-court milestones.
Prohibition on discussing litigation with Crosby.
Family court retains control of access.
No criminal conspiracy conviction.
No fraud conviction.
The judge said:
“You were not punished for being a weak husband. You are being sentenced for decisions that exposed your child to risk.”
Good.
Outside, Beckett asked:
“Can I say something?”
“Through Monica.”
“Not about court.”
I waited.
“I’m sorry you had to discover I filed against you instead of hearing I was afraid.”
I stared.
“That is not the worst thing you did.”
“I know.”
Then:
“I’m sorry I made his fear useful to me.”
That one landed.
I said:
“Keep saying that in therapy, not to get something from me.”
He nodded.
No reconciliation.
No marriage repair yet.
Actually:
I had filed for divorce.
Quietly.
Not because Veda went to prison.
Because Beckett and I had crossed a trust line I could not live over.
He was served that afternoon.
He called no one.
Sent one message through counsel:
I won’t fight the divorce itself. I will follow the custody process.
For once, he did not try to get leverage first.
Then Monica found the marital settlement problem.
Rowe House was partly marital property? No, Veda owned. Our home was jointly owned.
Beckett wanted to keep it.
I wanted to sell.
That was manageable.
The harder issue:
A clause in our prenup tied family trust distributions to maintaining joint residence.
Veda’s lawyers had drafted it.
Could divorce affect Crosby’s finances?
We needed to review.
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Not a secret conspiracy.
But one more way family and marriage had been tangled.
