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Daniel’s grin fractured. Lana’s face drained of color. Marilyn’s posture snapped stiff with panic.
They didn’t know it yet, but their plan had already collapsed.
Daniel’s voice wavered just enough to betray him. “Yes, Your Honor.”
“Then perhaps,” the judge continued, lifting another document, “you can explain why these statements contradict your sworn testimony.”
Lana’s hands twisted tightly together. Marilyn looked ready to faint.
The judge went on, his tone measured but firm. “It appears you created an entity called Harborfield Solutions roughly eighteen months before filing for divorce.”
Daniel’s shoulders locked in place.
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