“It was written by my client.”
The courtroom shifted.
Daniel looked confused.
Then shocked.
Then horrified.
Because he finally remembered something he should have known all along.
Before I became his wife, I was one of the top contract attorneys in the state.
I had drafted portions of the prenup myself.
Daniel always assumed that meant I was protecting him.
He never imagined I was protecting myself.
The judge signed the preliminary order.
The protections vanished.
The asset division changed.
The financial shield Daniel believed was untouchable disappeared in a single afternoon.
When court ended, Victoria approached me.
For once, there was no superiority in her expression.
