Voss went rigid.

Daniel looked at me with raw hatred.

I knew that look. I had seen it the night he told me I would leave with nothing—the night he stood over me while Noah slept upstairs and said, “I own the judges, the banks, the lawyers, and the story.”

He had owned many things.

But never me.

Judge Marlowe looked from Ruiz to me. “Mrs. Hale?”

I folded my hands.

“The court has the civil evidence,” I said. “Agent Ruiz has the criminal packet.”

Daniel let out a short laugh, but it broke halfway through. “You think you can destroy me?”

“No,” I said.

I glanced at the folder.

“You did that yourself. I just kept receipts.”

Judge Marlowe read the room like a battlefield.

“Mr. Voss,” she said, “did you submit financial disclosures on behalf of your client stating that Argent Bay Holdings had no connection to the marital estate?”

Voss’s face turned ashen. “Based on information provided by my client.”

“Interesting,” I said.

He glared. “Do not address me.”

I opened my second folder.

Daniel’s eyes dropped to it.

Yes, Daniel. There was another one.

“This is an email chain between Mr. Voss, Daniel, and Elise Carter,” I said. “It details moving clinic revenue through the Carter Foundation until after today’s ruling.”