My ex-husband’s lawyer mocked my finances in court, claiming I was too poor to raise my child and that love couldn’t cover expenses.

The courtroom smelled of old wood, worn carpet, and outdated air conditioning.

I sat there, my hands clenched so tightly my knuckles had turned white, feeling as though the room itself had seen too many broken families to care about one more.

Across the aisle, my ex-husband, Daniel Carter, sat composed and polished in his tailored suit, every detail carefully …