Silence returned.
Heavier than before.
For the first time, I saw fear in Harrison’s eyes.
The judge turned to me, his tone softer.
“Mrs. Prescott, did you submit this evidence?”
“I… I’m not sure,” I said. “My lawyer was supposed to handle it.”
Harrison let out a mocking laugh—
“One more interruption,” the judge warned, “and you will be held in contempt.”
Harrison went quiet.
The judge continued.
The documents had been delivered that morning by private courier.
They included medical records, bank statements, corporate documents—
And an affidavit from my lawyer.
Simon hadn’t abandoned me.
He had been working behind the scenes.
Preparing something Harrison couldn’t control.
The judge continued reading:
“Request for emergency protective orders. Immediate freeze on marital assets.”
Tiffany’s face drained of color.
Harrison leaned toward his lawyer—but even his own legal team looked unprepared.
Then the judge said a name that shook me completely.
