Chapter 3 - What He Wanted to “Use”
My father arrived at 7:12 the next morning.
He wore no tie.
The two men with him did.
One was Daniel Price, a family-law attorney Dad had known professionally for years but who had never represented me.
The other was Marcus Hale, a criminal victims’ rights attorney.
Neither promised revenge.
Daniel said:
“First, safety.”
Marcus said:
“Second, evidence preservation.”
Dad said:
“Third, breakfast.”
I almost cried.
Paisley had slept badly.
She woke crying whenever someone touched left side of face.
The burn team expected discharge that afternoon with wound-care instructions and close follow-up.
I had spent night on reclining chair.
Spencer had sent twenty-three messages.
I answered none.
Marcus reviewed recording with headphones.
Then again.
He did not smile when he heard Spencer.
He paused at:
“If she loses control badly enough, we can still use this.”
“What does that mean to you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Any custody dispute?”
“No.”
“Has Spencer threatened divorce?”
“No.”
“Have you?”
I looked at Dad.
Then at Marcus.
“Three weeks ago.”
There.
I had told Spencer I was considering separation.
Why?
Not infidelity.
Not money.
His family.
Gertrude came over without asking.
Corrected my parenting.
Spencer gave her house code after I told him not to.
She took Paisley out of high chair during discipline.
Called me overprotective.
Spencer said:
“You’re always looking for a reason to make my mother villain.”
Then one night I told him:
“If you cannot be my husband before being her son, I don’t think this marriage survives.”
He cried.
Promised counseling.
Nothing changed.
I had not filed.
Then Marcus asked:
“Did Spencer know your father is attorney?”
“Retired.”
“Did he ever mention custody?”
My stomach tightened.
Once.
After the separation argument.
He said:
“If you leave, you don’t automatically get Paisley just because you’re mother.”
I answered:
“I never said that.”
Then:
“Maybe a judge should see how anxious you make her.”
At the time I thought cruelty.
Now:
“If she loses control badly enough, we can still use this.”
Daniel asked:
“Has he recorded you during arguments?”
“Yes.”
More than once.
He would pull phone out after argument had already started.
“Why?”
“Says he wants proof I yell.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
Honesty.
“I yell sometimes.”
“Ever threaten violence?”
“No.”
“Hit him?”
“No.”
“Damage things?”
“No.”
“Threaten Paisley?”
“No.”
Then:
“Ever treated for mental health condition?”
No. Need careful not sensitive? This is fictional character, okay. We can say no diagnosed condition. But system says don't store, not relevant. Fine.
“No.”
“Any substance issue?”
“No.”
“Police calls?”
“No.”
Then Daniel said:
“Do not assume his plan would have worked. Being upset after your child is burned does not make you unfit.”
I knew.
Still.
Then Marcus looked at recording metadata.
The video was continuous.
Created 11:02 a.m.
No edits.
Phone remained on counter until 12:45.
How did it reach hospital?
Another section answered.
At 12:18, after ambulance left, Spencer entered frame.
He walked directly toward phone.
Gertrude:
“Delete it.”
Spencer:
“No.”
Pause.
“If Emma notices it’s gone, she’ll know.”
Then he picked up phone.
Video view shifted.
His shirt.
Floor.
Audio muffled.
He apparently put it into my crossbody bag.
Why?
Maybe he forgot recording still running because screen dark.
Then he brought my bag to hospital reception.
He had not remembered the phone was recording.
He remembered only that I had been filming earlier and feared I might have footage of coffee.
His message:
Whatever you think you heard…
came after I had stopped replying and perhaps after Brenda told him recording existed? No, maybe my father? We hadn't told. How did he know? Maybe iCloud shared album? Better explain: The phone had sent an automatic cloud notification on our shared family tablet? Hmm. Let's avoid tech. He knew because he realized later the phone might have captured audio and guessed I found it. Fine.
Marcus said:
“Do not confront him.”
Daniel:
“I can file for temporary protective relief and temporary custody arrangements today if you instruct.”
I looked at Paisley.
“Do it.”
Then:
“Divorce too.”
Dad reached for my hand.
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
Not because recording alone.
Because the recording merely stripped away excuses.
I had seen my husband choose his mother over our injured child.
That choice could not be unheard.
Then Detective Aaron Cole arrived.
We provided original device for forensic copy while keeping phone returned after data extraction per process.
Marcus handled coordination.
Aaron listened to key segment.
He did not declare charges immediately.
“We’ll interview everyone.”
Good.
Then:
“Mrs. Carter, do you know what Mr. Hayes meant by ‘use this’?”
“I think custody.”
“Why?”
I told separation conversation.
Then:
“Any documents?”
“None I know.”
That would change.
Because while I was still at hospital, Spencer was served notice of emergency family-court hearing.
Within three hours, he filed his own papers.
Not divorce response.
An emergency petition claiming I had become “emotionally unstable” after the kitchen accident and was preventing him from seeing his daughter.
Attached were screenshots.
Videos.
A typed chronology.
And a draft declaration he had begun six weeks before Paisley was burned.
The first entry said:
Emma increasingly irrational about my mother’s involvement. Consider documenting reactions before separation discussion escalates.
Six weeks.
Before I threatened to leave.
Before the coffee.
Spencer had already been preparing for custody war.
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And Sunday lunch had not simply given him an accident he hoped to minimize.
He had seen it as an opportunity.
