Every line.
But what he didn’t know was this:
Hours before I signed, I had already transferred my company—every share, every asset, every piece of intellectual property—into the trust.
Legally untouchable.
And the agreement he wrote himself guaranteed it.
A month later, he filed for divorce.
Then came the courtroom.
Back to that moment.
His demand.
His confidence.
His laugh.
Judge Mercer reviewed the documents.
Then she stopped.
Went back.
Read again.
The silence stretched.
Then she laughed.
Not politely. Not socially.
Sharply.
“Incredible,” she said.
She looked at Julian.
“Do you wish to maintain this statement under oath?”
He hesitated.
“Of course.”
She nodded.
Then she explained.
My company no longer belonged to me personally. It was fully held by the trust.
And according to the agreement he drafted—his own words—trust assets were completely protected.
Untouchable.
Irrelevant to divorce.
“You get nothing,” she said.
Just like that.
Everything he thought he had won vanished.
But that wasn’t the end.
Because Elias stood up.
And revealed everything else.
