“Counsel, with all due respect, your client’s allegations are exactly that: unsubstantiated allegations.To date, you’ve produced zero evidence of infidelity andzerodocumentation supporting any claim of dissipation or misappropriation of marital assets,” I argue.“In fact, my client could be asking for compensation for the harm caused to her reputation by your client's social media posts on these claims.”
Warren lifts an envelope and pulls out a large, printed photo.
What is he up to?
“New York is an equitable distribution state.Absent credible proof of dissipation or infidelity means that my client is entitled to her fair share of the marital assets,” I add, glancing briefly at the hidden photo.
Adam smirks across at Courtney with a darkness in his look that makes me want to invite him outside for a private chat.
Where I will change the arrangement of his face.
Punch him, I want to turn him to pulp.
I glance down at Courtney instead, willing her to look at me.It takes ten long seconds while the room goes quiet before she lifts her face.
I wink.
She blinks, confused, then a lightness appears in her expression.I should never have let her walk in here knowing I was furious—I am—or thinking she doesn’t have me on her side—she does, regardless—and feeling alone.Not with her attacker sitting opposite her.
Now I’m angry with myself.
Shit, I care for this woman.Not just as a client, which happens, but as a woman.A woman I’ve spent hours pleasuring.A woman I spent the damn weekend with.
“Fucking whore,” Adam mutters loud enough for the room to hear.
Courtney gasps, and like thunder, I turn to the man.
“Speak to my client again in that manner, and you’ll have bigger concerns than divorcing her.You hear me?!”I growl darkly as my chest expands.
Adam’s brows lift, unbothered, as Vanguard tries to calm us, waving his hands.“Please calm down.Everyone.”
“He threatened me,” Adam pushes his chair back, clearly enjoying every second of this.
“Trust me, it wasn’t a threat.”I lean back calmly and lift my own fucking brow.
I’d happily suffer the consequences of what I might do next if it means a chance to feel my fist against his cheek.
“Shall we take a break?”Sean asks, glancing back and forth over the table.
“Jesus,” Vanguard curses.
“If Mr.Blackmore can’t contain himself, he might need a walk outside for some fresh air.”I smile, knowing my calm exterior is irritating him.
“Who is this asshole?”he blusters.
He knows exactly who I am.
I turn to Courtney, ignoring him, and twist her chair so she’s facing me.“You okay?”
Her cheeks are ruddy as she nods.“I’m fine.Yes.”
She’s not fine.
I place my hand on her arm, knowing it’s the most professional line I can cross.
“Let’s all calm down,” Warren says, and I turn back to him.“Counsel, you may want to take a look at this before you accuse my client ofbaseless claims.”
He slides the photograph over to me.
