Judge Marlowe lifted her pen. “If there is nothing further—”
“There is,” I said.
Daniel’s head snapped toward me.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a sealed black folder.
Voss stiffened. “Your Honor, this is improper.”
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.
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