“Take your brat and go to hell,” my husband hissed at my 7-year-old during our 10 AM divorce hearing. “The ruling is finalized. He gets everything,” his lawyer smirked.

I stepped forward to the bench.

“No,” I said quietly. “What’s improper is stealing marital assets, falsifying disclosures, bribing an appraiser, threatening a witness, and laundering clinic profits through your fiancée’s charity.”

Elise’s smile vanished.

Daniel’s expression hardened. “Lena.”

I met his eyes for the first time that morning.