In the courtroom, my ex-husband smirked as if the victory was already his. He leaned over and whispered that I would walk away with nothing. His new girlfriend held his hand proudly.

Ethan’s lawyer blinked. “Your Honor, disclosures were made according to—”

Judge Kline held up a finger.

“I’m asking about accuracy. Not format.”

She looked back at me.

“Mrs. Caldwell, your letter states that significant assets were intentionally omitted. You also mention exhibits. Where are they?”

I reached down, opened my folder, and handed the clerk a neatly organized binder.

“Exhibits A through H,” I said. “There is also a flash drive containing the digital originals.”

Ethan stood halfway up from his chair.

“This is ridiculous,” he snapped. “She’s bluffing.”

Madison’s hand shot out to grab his wrist, squeezing hard as if to force him back down. Lorraine leaned forward and whispered something frantic in his ear.