My heart felt like it was skipping beats because I realized that Simon had not abandoned me at all. He had been working on something that Harrison could not influence or control with his wealth.
The judge continued reading and mentioned that the packet included a request for emergency protective orders and a freeze on all marital assets. Tiffany’s face drained of color as she looked at Harrison, who was now leaning over to whisper frantically to his own lawyer.
His attorney did not lean back to listen, and that small gesture of distance told me that Harrison’s legal team was equally in the dark. The judge turned to a new page and asked if I had signed a transfer of interest in the Miller Manor Group eleven months ago.
The mention of that name hit me with more force than the physical blow I had received earlier. Miller Manor Group was the small company my mother had built from the ground up through decades of hard work.
It was a collection of rental properties and a small office building in Des Moines that she had managed with incredible care. She used to clean those buildings herself at night just to make sure the mortgage payments were always on time.