The courthouse doors felt heavier than they should have.
My heels struck the marble floor with every step.
Click.
Across the courtroom sat my soon-to-be ex-husband, Julian.
He wore an expensive charcoal suit and the calm expression of a man who had spent the morning convincing himself that he was somehow the victim.
Beside him sat my younger sister, Rosalind.
Close enough that their shoulders touched whenever he leaned toward her.
She wouldn’t look at me.
Of course she wouldn’t.
Rosalind had been the golden child in our family for as long as I could remember.
Beautiful.
Sensitive.
Creative.
Fragile.
Whenever she made a mistake, my parents found an explanation before anyone could hold her accountable.
I should have expected them to protect her this time too.
What I hadn’t expected was how much of my own life they would ask me to sacrifice to do it.
Julian’s attorney had already filed paperwork demanding my house.
Not because Julian needed somewhere to live.
He had a luxury apartment downtown.
He wanted the house because he knew what it meant to me.
It was mine.
My safe place.
Proof of everything I had built.
But the house wasn’t enough.
He wanted my company too.
Lewis Construction Solutions.
My name was on every contract.
I had spent eleven years rebuilding that business after my father nearly lost everything.
I turned a failing family construction operation into a successful commercial development company.
I worked early mornings.
Late nights.
Weekends.
I negotiated with suppliers, studied building regulations, handled contracts, and fought for every project.
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