Chapter 9 - “Worth More Dead Than Divorced”
The quote became national news before court adjourned.
WORTH MORE DEAD THAN DIVORCED.
It appeared everywhere.
Television.
Podcasts.
Social media.
Even people who had never followed the case suddenly knew my name.
But inside the courtroom, prosecutors still faced an uncomfortable truth.
Saying something monstrous wasn't the same as acting on it.
Brandon's attorney attacked Rachel relentlessly.
Had she been angry when she discovered he had another fiancée?
Yes.
Had she spoken with prosecutors before remembering the comment?
Yes.
Was there a recording of that specific sentence?
No.
The defense suggested she invented it.
Rachel stayed composed.
“I wish I had.”
Then came Trevor.
Brandon's former friend.
Then Tessa.
Then Elena Brooks.
They built the financial case piece by piece.
Money stolen.
Identity information copied.
Insurance coverage increased.
Will drafted.
Storage unit prepared.
Travel plans arranged.
The picture became overwhelming.
When it was my turn, my hands shook walking to the witness stand.
I swore to tell the truth.
Then I looked at the jury.
The prosecutor began gently.
“Nicole, how long were you with Brandon?”
“Almost four years.”
“Were you engaged?”
“Yes.”
“Did you trust him?”
“With everything.”
Brandon stared at me.
I refused to look away.
The prosecutor asked about September third.
I described leaving work.
The next thing I remembered was the ICU.
Then Brandon's visit.
“What was the first significant question he asked you?”
“Whether I remembered what happened.”
“How long did he stay?”
“About twenty minutes.”
“Did he return?”
“No.”
“For ten days?”
“No.”
“Did he pick you up when you were discharged?”
“No.”
My voice cracked.
I hated that.
But I continued.
Then came the apartment.
Lily.
The stairs.
The bedroom.
The crowbar.
The safe.
The documents.
“What did Brandon say after you discovered them?”
“He told me it was an accident.”
“Did you know what he meant?”
“Not initially.”
The prosecutor displayed the traffic letter.
I identified it.
Then the forged loan paperwork.
Then my father's deed.
When she showed the jury the deed, I nearly lost control.
Dad's handwriting was still on the corner.
A note he'd written years ago:
Keep this somewhere safe.
The irony nearly broke me.
The prosecutor paused.
“Would you like a moment?”
“No.”
I wanted the jury to hear everything.
The defense attorney approached for cross-examination.
His strategy was predictable.
Brandon and I had discussed marriage finances.
Yes.
We had talked about insurance.
Yes.
We planned to combine certain accounts after marriage.
Yes.
“Isn't it possible,” he asked, “that Mr. Pierce believed he had your permission to manage some finances?”
“No.”
“But you trusted him?”
“Yes.”
“You shared passwords?”
“For household accounts.”
“So he had access.”
“Access isn't permission to steal.”
One juror looked down to hide a smile.
The attorney changed direction.
“You testified that Mr. Pierce did not visit after the first night.”
“Yes.”
“Did you tell him not to?”
“No.”
“Were you heavily medicated?”
“Yes.”
“Is it possible he called while you were sleeping?”
I stared at him.
“Ten days' worth?”
He stopped.
“No further question.”
I thought my testimony was the emotional peak.
It wasn't.
Lily testified next.
I had tried to prevent that.
She insisted.
She described Brandon behaving strangely while I was hospitalized.
He took phone calls outside.
He repeatedly went upstairs with Kayla.
He asked Lily whether doctors thought my memory would return.
Then she revealed something she hadn't told even me.
One night, she came downstairs for water.
Brandon and Kayla were arguing in the kitchen.
Kayla said:
“This wasn't supposed to happen.”
Brandon replied:
“Keep your voice down.”
Then:
“If Nicole remembers, we're both screwed.”
The prosecutor asked why Lily hadn't immediately told police.
“I didn't understand what they were talking about.”
“When did you understand?”
“When I saw Aunt Kayla's damaged car.”
That was why Lily had been waiting for me when I came home.
She had spent the previous night putting pieces together.
My daughter had been protecting me while the man I planned to marry was dismantling my life.
When she left the stand, I hugged her.
Brandon looked away.
Then came the defense case.
And Brandon did something his lawyers clearly didn't want.
He testified.
He told the jury he loved me.
He said the money transfers were intended to help Kayla privately.
He said the insurance policy was normal financial planning.
He said the will draft was “just exploring options.”
He claimed his statement to Rachel referred to ending our relationship.
And the accident?
Pure coincidence.
“Did you want Nicole dead?” his attorney asked.
“Absolutely not.”
“Did you tell Kayla to hit her?”
“No.”
“Did you know Kayla would run the light?”
“No.”
“Then why tell her not to stop?”
Brandon lowered his head.
“I panicked.”
That word again.
Kayla panicked.
Brandon panicked.
Apparently panic had forged signatures, opened accounts, hidden cars, removed dashcams, pawned jewelry, and prepared plane tickets.
The prosecutor approached him on cross.
“Mr. Pierce, do you love Nicole?”
“I did.”
“Did?”
He glanced at me.
“After everything that's happened, I don't know anymore.”
The prosecutor nodded.
“Let's talk about love.”
She displayed a search-history record.
How long does life insurance take to pay accidental death?
“Did you search that?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“I don't remember.”
“Three weeks before Nicole was struck.”
He shifted.
Then:
Can a concussion cause permanent amnesia?
“Did you search that?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“After the accident.”
“Forty-eight minutes after leaving her hospital room.”
“Yes.”
Next:
Can police recover deleted dashcam footage?
The courtroom changed.
His lawyer sat upright.
The prosecutor waited.
“Did you search that?”
Brandon didn't answer.
“Mr. Pierce?”
“I don't recall.”
The prosecutor enlarged the record.
Time stamp: the morning after my collision.
And then she produced one final search.
It had not been previously disclosed publicly.
Made at 5:22 p.m. on September third.
Fifty-two minutes before I was hit.
How long do traffic cameras keep footage?
The prosecutor turned to the jury.
Then back to Brandon.
“You searched about traffic-camera retention before the accident?”
For the first time, he had no story ready.
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And in that silence, the entire case changed.
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