Because I stayed quiet, everyone assumed I had done nothing.
That morning, Gavin entered the courtroom with three attorneys, a thick black binder, and the confidence of a man who believed the outcome had already been decided.
He was wearing a dark charcoal suit, a silver watch, and the calm expression he used during television interviews. Beside him sat Sloane Pierce, the company’s public relations director and the woman he planned to marry once our divorce became final.
She looked elegant in a cream-colored dress and held Gavin’s arm as if she already belonged at his side.
His lead attorney, Philip Dane, had spent weeks building the same argument: Gavin had created the company, Gavin had earned the money, and Gavin could offer our sons a better future.
According to them, I had no independent career, no meaningful assets, and no ability to maintain the life Nolan and Parker had always known.
