“It is,” I told her.
The final hearing was short. The judge reviewed the agreement, raised an eyebrow at the imbalance, and asked if I understood what I was giving up. I said yes. Daniel smiled for the first time in months, a wide, satisfied grin, like he’d finally won a game he’d been playing for years.
I signed the last document and slid the pen back across the table. Daniel’s lawyer leaned toward him and whispered something, her expression changing as she read the attached addendum.
Daniel’s smile vanished.
The air in the room shifted—that was when the real story began.
His lawyer cleared her throat. “Mr. Wright,” she said carefully, “there’s an issue we need to address before this is finalized.”
