For the first time that morning, I smiled back.
Richard noticed.
His confidence faltered for a fraction of a second.
Then he recovered.
“Article Twelve?” he said with a dismissive laugh. “Miriam, surely we’re not wasting the court’s time.”
My attorney opened a thick leather binder.
“We’re doing the opposite, Mr. Vale.”
The judge adjusted his glasses.
“Proceed.”
Miriam slid a document across the bench.
“Article Twelve of the prenuptial agreement contains an infidelity provision negotiated by the late Charles Vale, the defendant’s grandfather and founder of Vale Capital.”
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