Dane rose to his feet, smoothing his gray wool suit jacket.

“Your Honor, if I may,” Dane said, his tone perfectly calibrated for damage control.

“The prenuptial agreement signed by both parties clearly designates Rourke Regional Mobility as Mr. Rourke’s sole individual property.”

“I am aware of what your prenup says, Mr. Dane,” Judge Beckett replied.

She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the high wooden desk.

“But your prenup protects assets owned by Gavin Rourke prior to the marriage.”

She tapped the document with her pen again, the plastic clicking against the wood.

“This filing shows that the parent company, which holds all the intellectual property and assets of the mobility firm, was never owned by Mr. Rourke.”

“It was incorporated by Cassandra Bellamy three weeks before the wedding.”

“With her maiden name listed as the sole proprietor.”

The courtroom felt suddenly cold.

The radiator in the corner gave a loud, metallic hiss, then went quiet.

I looked down at my hands, which were folded neatly in my lap.

My fingers were steady, though my heart was hammering against my ribs.