I called her office on Monday morning and explained my situation to the receptionist. She squeezed me in for Thursday afternoon. Victoria’s office was in a converted house downtown with hardwood floors and bookshelves covering every wall. She was maybe 50 with gray hair pulled back in a bun and sharp eyes that didn’t miss anything.
I sat across from her desk and handed her a copy of my prenup. She read through it carefully while I tried not to fidget. After 10 minutes, she looked up and told me my house was completely protected as separate property and my husband had no legal claim to it whatsoever. The relief that washed through me made my hands shake.
She explained the separation and divorce process step by step. She warned me that my husband would likely escalate when he realized I was serious about ending the marriage. She asked if he’d ever been violent, and I said no, but he’d been emotionally abusive to my daughter. She helped me start documenting everything for a potential restraining order.