“That piece of paper is worthless,” he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I was under duress when I signed that.”

“My mother told me it wouldn’t hold up in a Colorado court anyway.”

“She said no judge would enforce a lopsided agreement like that.”

Jennifer turned a page in the document, her movements deliberate and calm.

“Your mother is not a licensed attorney in the state of Colorado, Mr. Vance,” Jennifer said.

“And this agreement is entirely ironclad.”

“You had independent legal counsel present when you signed it.”

“The attorney who represented you, Mr. Arthur Pendelton, signed the conflict waiver and the execution page.”

“It was fully notarized, and a complete disclosure of assets was attached by both parties.”

Brent took a step forward, his eyes darting between Jennifer and the document.

“I don’t care,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

“We bought the Redwood Crest Drive mansion after we were married.”

“That makes it a marital asset, regardless of what some old paper says.”

Jennifer shook her head slightly, a small, pitying smile appearing on her lips.