Every major expense tied back to me.
The judge reviewed the paperwork carefully.
Then looked at Ethan.
“Mr. Reynolds, were you aware that the residence was owned by your wife’s holding company?”
Ethan swallowed.
“No, Your Honor.”
The judge raised an eyebrow.
“You lived there for five years.”
“I trusted my wife.”
The irony nearly made me laugh.
The man who had hidden financial information, lied repeatedly, and struck me in the face was now asking the court to sympathize with his trust.
The judge didn’t look impressed.
Then came the security footage.
The video from the foyer.
The slap.
Crystal clear.
No excuses.
No misunderstandings.
No alternate interpretation.
Just the truth.
The courtroom fell silent.
Margaret lowered her head.
Ethan stared at the floor.
The judge’s expression hardened.
By the end of the hearing, temporary orders were granted.
