Russell adjusted his tie. “My apologies. Mrs. Lane, why did you allow Mr. Hollis to appear publicly as sole owner?”
“Because we were married,” I said. “Because I trusted him. Because I believed protecting his confidence protected our family.”
The courtroom grew very still.
Russell tried to recover. “But the prenuptial agreement states that business assets under Mr. Hollis’s name remain his separate property.”
“It does,” I said. “But the shares listed here were never under his name.”
Adrian’s attorney opened his mouth, then closed it.
Judge Calder turned several pages. “There is also a later transfer agreement included. Unsigned.”
“Yes,” I said.
Adrian finally spoke. “Because she refused.”
I looked at him. “Because you brought it to me two weeks after my mother died and told me it was routine housekeeping.”
His face hardened.
Russell asked, “Did you understand what that document would have done?”
“Yes. It would have transferred my ownership to Adrian for one dollar.”
Paige inhaled sharply.
Even Judge Calder paused.
Adrian leaned toward his attorney. “This is irrelevant to custody.”
That word, custody, pulled me back to the only reason any of this mattered.
“Your Honor,” I said, “I am not here to punish Adrian. I am here because he filed for primary custody claiming I have no financial stability, no professional background, and no meaningful contribution to the family business. Those claims are false.”
The judge nodded slowly.
