My voice was quiet, but it carried clearly in the silent room.

“It came from my personal inheritance from my grandmother, Evelyn Bellamy.”

Gavin scoffed loudly, shaking his head.

“That was a joint marital asset, Cassandra,” he muttered. “We agreed to pool our resources.”

“It was never joint,” I replied, looking directly at him.

“I kept the inheritance in a sole-signature account at Maryland Commerce Bank, which I had held since college.”

“These records prove that I transferred exactly five hundred thousand dollars directly from my private account to the newly formed corporate account.”

“At the time, Gavin had zero capital contribution.”

“He was an administrator of the company I founded.”

Judge Beckett took the papers from her clerk and began flipping through them.

The only sound in the courtroom was the dry rustle of paper and the soft hum of the fluorescent lights.

Outside, a sheet of gray rain streaked across the glass.

“The documentation is quite clear, Mr. Dane,” Judge Beckett said, her voice dropping to a dangerous register.

“These are certified bank ledgers showing a direct transfer from Cassandra Bellamy’s sole account.”