“Take your brat and go to hell,” my husband hissed at my 7-year-old during our 10 AM divorce hearing. “The ruling is finalized. He gets everything,” his lawyer smirked.

He glared. “Do not address me.”

I opened my second folder.

Daniel’s eyes dropped to it.

Yes, Daniel. There was another one.

“This is an email chain between Mr. Voss, Daniel, and Elise Carter,” I said. “It details moving clinic revenue through the Carter Foundation until after today’s ruling.”

Voss reacted before he could stop himself. “Privileged communication.”

“Not when used to further fraud,” Judge Marlowe said coldly.