The courtroom was packed, and I could feel every pair of eyes on me as I sat across from the man I once called my husband.
Brandon looked confident—almost smug—as he leaned back in his chair like he owned the place.
His expensive suit was perfectly pressed. His hair was slicked back exactly the way he liked it whenever he wanted to impress people.
But I knew better now.
I knew what was hiding behind that charming smile.
“Your Honor,” Brandon’s lawyer began, his voice booming through the silent courtroom, “my client was a supportive husband throughout this marriage. He deserves his fair share of the assets they built together.”
I almost laughed.
Built together?
Brandon had never lifted a finger to help with my company.
While I worked eighteen-hour days, coding until my eyes burned and fighting to convince investors to believe in my vision, Brandon was supposedly networking at expensive restaurants and golf courses.
At least, that was what he told me he was doing.
Brandon stood.
I recognized the familiar gleam inside his eyes—the expression he wore when he was preparing to tell one of his elaborate stories to impress strangers at a party.
He straightened his tie and cleared his throat dramatically.
“Your Honor, if I may speak,” he said, his voice dripping with false humility.
“I know this has been difficult for both of us, but I believe it is only fair that I receive what I am entitled to.”
“After all, I supported Elena during the difficult years when her little app business was struggling.”
Little app business.
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