At Our Divorce Hearing, My Husband Mocked Me in Front of His Mistress. But When the Judge Read My Sealed Evidence, Everything They Planned Fell Apart

He made a show of it, leaning back in his chair as though he were settling into a private lounge instead of a courtroom. His mistress, Lana, perched beside him like she was starring in her own melodrama, smoothing her perfect hair and whispering loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You’re never touching his money again,” she purred.

Daniel smirked. “She should be grateful I supported her at all.”

Then his mother, Marilyn—always elegant, always cutting—leaned forward and hissed, “Grace, you were never worth anything.”

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