“This is a joke,” Gavin muttered.

His face had turned a dull, blotchy red.

“Cassandra didn’t build that company. I did. She was a housewife.”

“Mr. Rourke, one more outburst like that and I will find you in contempt,” Judge Beckett said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

She looked at Dane.

“Mr. Dane, if your client does not own the founding entity, then the clause in your prenuptial agreement protecting Rourke Regional Mobility is completely inapplicable.”

“The company is not his separate property.”

“In fact, on paper, it appears he is an employee of his wife’s holding company.”

Dane’s face went pale.

He looked down at his yellow legal pad, then at the stack of folders on his desk.

He whispered urgently to Gavin, his head bowed.

Gavin was shaking his head, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles in his cheek pulsed.

“Your Honor,” Dane said, his voice rising to cover his client’s agitation.

“This must be a clerical error from the initial filing process.”

“An administrative oversight from eight years ago that was never corrected.”