“You can’t prove any of that,” he managed, and his voice cracked down the middle.

“My financial team handled the disclosures.

It was a corporate restructuring —” And that was my cue.

I had waited nine years, really, for that cue — the moment I would stop being the quiet, agreeable, diminished woman he’d married, and become again the person I’d been before I let him convince me I was less.

I stepped forward, and I heard my own voice come out steady and clear, without a trace of the self-doubt he had spent nearly a decade installing in me.

Chapter 11 — State’s Evidence