Before I could think further, Vanessa followed me into the kitchen.
“I’ll make this easy,” she said calmly.
“I know exactly how much your company is worth.”
My stomach tightened.
“Transfer fifty-one percent of your business to me,” she continued, “and I’ll withdraw the case.”
I stared at her.
“You want everything I built?”
“I want security,” she replied. “Think of it as a trade.”
“And if I refuse?”
She shrugged.
“I’ll take the boys and move far away. You’ll never see them again.”
Despite the fear in my chest, I told her no.
Three weeks later, we stood in court.
Vanessa sat beside her attorney, composed and confident.
When she testified, tears appeared instantly.
“I made mistakes when I was younger,” she told the judge. “But I want to rebuild my relationship with my sons.”
Then she glanced at me.
“My mother-in-law is seventy-three. I worry she’s too old to raise teenagers.”
The judge listened carefully.
My chest tightened.
Then something unexpected happened.
Quiet Jeffrey stood up.
George followed him.
Vanessa smiled as if victory was already hers.
Jeffrey looked at the judge and spoke clearly.
“She already gave us away once.”
The courtroom fell silent.