The lawyer turned toward him slowly and said, “The company shares.”
Brandon frowned. “What about them?”
The lawyer hesitated before answering. “Sixty eight percent of the company is registered under your wife’s name.”
A wave of shocked whispers spread across the courtroom. Brandon stood up abruptly and said loudly, “That is impossible.”
However it was not impossible. I looked at him calmly and said, “Do you remember the early years when we opened the first store?”
He remained silent. I continued speaking. “You spent most of your time driving around delivering merchandise. I was the one who registered the business paperwork, opened the bank accounts, and signed the contracts.”
The courtroom grew very quiet. “I always believed we were building everything together,” I said softly. “That is why I never thought it was important to mention that the majority of the shares were in my name.”
Brandon’s father stood up angrily and shouted, “This is a trap.”
The judge struck the desk firmly and ordered silence. My lawyer then spoke calmly and confirmed that every document had been legally registered and verified.