Across the aisle, my ex-husband, Daniel Carter, sat composed and polished in his tailored suit, every detail carefully chosen to present himself as the reasonable father everyone was supposed to see.
Beside him, his lawyer, Victor Langford, moved with confidence as he addressed the judge.
“Your Honor,” he began smoothly, “this case is not about emotions. It is about stability.”
He presented a chart showing my income from two part-time jobs—one at a grocery store and another cleaning offices.
“Love,” he said softly, “does not pay the electricity bill.”
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The judge gave a slight nod, and my chest tightened.
Langford continued listing my lack of savings, investments, and even a car in my name, while praising Daniel’s steady job, his mortgage, and his financial security.
Then he said my daughter’s name as if it were just another line in a report. Emily Carter. Seven years old.
