I sat beside Julian and let my lawyers present the case. They entered the patents, bank transfers, and encrypted emails into evidence one by one. Each document tied Walker Industries back to my code or my money.
Across the room, Liam's suit hung loose at the collar. His lawyers objected twice and lost twice. By noon, every success he had claimed as his own had a transfer record or an email with my name on it.
The judge was a stern woman who had cut off every attempt at courtroom theatrics. She finished the last document and looked over her glasses at Liam.
"The evidence is unequivocal," she said. "The intellectual property and initial seed funding for Walker Industries are the sole premarital assets of Ms. Aria Sterling."
She lifted her gavel.
"Divorce is granted. All assets, patents,
