I reached into my bag and pulled out a sealed black folder.
Voss stiffened. “Your Honor, this is improper.”
I stepped forward to the bench.
“No,” I said quietly. “What’s improper is stealing marital assets, falsifying disclosures, bribing an appraiser, threatening a witness, and laundering clinic profits through your fiancée’s charity.”
Elise’s smile vanished.
Daniel’s expression hardened. “Lena.”
I met his eyes for the first time that morning.
“You chose the wrong woman.”
Voss reacted instantly. “Your Honor, we object to any undisclosed material.”
Judge Marlowe accepted the folder but didn’t open it. “Mrs. Hale, explain.”
I felt Daniel’s gaze on me, trying to force me back into silence with the same look he used at home, in elevators, at charity galas, beside hospital beds where donors smiled for photographs.
I didn’t look away.
“The documents inside were produced last night under emergency order by First Meridian Bank,” I said. “They were delayed because my husband provided this court with false account numbers.”
“That’s a lie,” Daniel snapped.
“No,” I said. “That’s page three.”
A ripple moved through the courtroom.
Voss leaned in close to Daniel, whispering sharply. Daniel’s jaw tightened. Elise reached for her phone, then froze when the bailiff glanced her way.
