“Is there any way to stop him?”

“A forensic asset freeze runs thousands of dollars in legal filing fees,” Arthur said, leaning back and setting his palms flat on the desk.

“Legal Aid doesn’t have the budget for corporate private investigators.

If we don’t challenge this prenup right away, you’ll walk into that courtroom with nothing.”

I reached down and pressed my hand to the small ache in my lower back, feeling the quiet, gentle warmth of the life growing inside me.

“There’s got to be some other way to prove what he did,” I said.