My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
The judge, a gray-haired woman named Evelyn Ramirez, looked down over her glasses at the document on the screen.
“This court has reviewed the forensic handwriting analysis,” Judge Ramirez said, her voice dry as dust. “And we have reviewed the postnuptial agreement submitted by the petitioner.”
Lisa stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floorboards, but her own lawyer grabbed her elbow and pulled her back down.
“The claim of ownership filed by the respondent, Lisa Hawthorne, is without legal merit,” the judge said, her eyes staying fixed on her paperwork. “The court rejects the motion to validate the transfer.”
Lisa turned her face away, her mouth set in a thin, hard line as she whispered something to Samuel that made his shoulder flinch.
The judge called for a recess until one o’clock, and the courtroom began to empty with the quiet rustle of papers and coats.
I stood up slowly, my legs stiff from sitting, and walked out into the wide hallway where the tall marble columns kept the air cold. Marcus stayed behind to speak with the prosecutor, leaving me to walk toward the water fountain at the far end of the corridor.
