“This is ridiculous,” he said loudly. “You’re humiliating our family over a joke.”
I looked at him.
“That’s interesting.”
I tapped my phone.
Another file appeared on the screen.
“Because the man who helped draft the prenup… your lawyer… already sent my attorney the earlier version of the contract.”
I paused.
“The version where you secretly transferred my post-marriage earnings into a shared holding company controlled by Jack’s family.”
The room erupted into shocked murmurs.
Brandon’s confident posture collapsed instantly.
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