Daniel’s lawyer, Malcolm Voss, rose with practiced composure. “Your Honor, my client has submitted full financial disclosures. The assets in question were built through his medical investment group before and during the marriage. Mrs. Hale made no meaningful contribution.”
Daniel smiled.
Behind him, Elise crossed her legs.
Elise—my former best friend. Elise, who used to sit on my kitchen floor with a glass of wine and call my son her nephew. Elise, who now wore Daniel’s hand on her shoulder like a prize.
Judge Marlowe looked exhausted. Divorce court had a way of draining the air out of every room. “Mrs. Hale, your attorney withdrew last week. You understand you may request a continuance.”
“No, Your Honor,” I said.
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