Every financial record told the same story.
Legally…
I owned nothing.
I sat quietly at the plaintiff’s table wearing a plain gray coat.
My hands rested calmly together.
My face showed no emotion.
Julian hated that calm.
He had spent years trying to destroy it.
“Come on, Iris,” he said quietly. “Say something.”
His smile widened.
“Beg me.”
Nora gently squeezed his arm before giving me a look filled with fake sympathy.
“She looks exhausted,” she said softly. “Poor thing.”
My attorney, Marcus Hale, leaned toward me.
“Are you ready?”
I looked toward the judge.
Then I looked back at Julian.
