Not from fear.
From disbelief that the man I once loved could become this cruel.
I said nothing.
I simply sat down beside my lawyer, Margaret Wells.
Margaret had spent weeks telling me to trust her.
“You have more power than you think,” she kept saying.
At the time, I didn’t believe her.
Because after Daniel froze our accounts, moved Vanessa into our penthouse, and forced me and the boys to stay with my sister, I truly felt powerless.
The hearing began.
Daniel’s lawyer stood confidently.
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