“The corporate charter from that same month lists her as the one hundred percent owner.”

“There is no mention of Mr. Rourke holding any shares at inception.”

Dane leaned down to whisper urgently in Gavin’s ear.

Gavin pulled away, his eyes wild as he stared at the papers in the judge’s hands.

“She didn’t run the company,” Gavin shouted, ignoring his attorney entirely.

“I built that brand from nothing.”

“I spent ninety hours a week in those offices while she sat at home with the boys.”

“You cannot strip me of my life’s work because of a decade-old bank deposit.”

“Mr. Rourke, control yourself,” Judge Beckett warned, her hand hovering near her wooden gavel.

“The law does not care who worked longer hours if the ownership structure was falsified under oath.”

“Your current financial affidavit claims you have always been the sole owner of Rourke Regional.”

“These documents show you were an administrator who slowly transferred shares to yourself without your wife’s consent.”

I watched Gavin’s face turn a deep, mottled red.

He looked back at the gallery, his eyes locking onto Sloane.