During the divorce hearing, my husband sat with his legs crossed, smug: “You will never touch my money again.” His mistress chimed in, “That’s right, honey.” His mother smirked, “She doesn’t deserve a single penny.”

Corwin raised a hand to quiet the murmuring. “Additionally, Mrs Kerrigan has provided proof that you used marital assets to support Ms Lynell for nearly two years prior to the official separation. That includes rent payments, car installments, and travel expenses.”

Agnes shot to her feet. “This is outrageous. There is no way she could have—”

“Sit down,” the judge said, tone firm, not loud but absolute.

Agnes sat.

Roderick’s voice broke. “This is blown out of proportion. She must have misunderstood something. These things can be explained.”

Corwin set the binder aside. “Mr Vale, the only misunderstanding is your belief that financial deception remains invisible. The level of precision Mrs Kerrigan has provided is not common. It is also not ignorable. Perjury and financial fraud are criminal matters.”

Tamsin felt her breath loosen. She had not come seeking revenge. She had come seeking truth. And truth had finally arrived.

Corwin continued. “Given the evidence, the court will suspend your current objections to the division of assets. The funds in question are marital and were kept hidden. Mrs Kerrigan is entitled to further compensation for the deception.”