Just like that. I swallowed, nodding once. “Okay.”
We met the lawyer mid-morning.
The office was quiet, clean, professional, everything in its place. I sat across from him, my hands resting on the table as he slid a stack of papers toward me.
“This outlines the claims,” he said. “Fraud, coercion, intentional emotional harm. We’ve included the financial records, communication logs, and supporting evidence.”
I stared at the pages, my name was there and so was my father’s. “So once we file this…” I started.
“It becomes part of public record,” the lawyer confirmed. “Anyone can access it.”
Julian leaned slightly forward. “Walk her through the key points.”
The lawyer nodded and began explaining, but I only half listened. My eyes moved over the words instead, payment received, marriage agr
