The judge adjusted her glasses. “Mr. Bennett, you explicitly stated your intention to empty the account and use shared funds for a personal trip with a girlfriend. Do you deny these messages?”
Eric swallowed. “It—It was a joke. A stupid joke.”
The judge arched an eyebrow. “Fraud is rarely humorous.”
Next came the property review. Our home had been in my name before the marriage. My boutique was incorporated solely under me, with immaculate documentation proving it. Eric tried to argue that he’d “emotionally supported” my business.
My lawyer didn’t even bother hiding her smile. “Your Honor, I submit Exhibit F: a collection of Mr. Bennett’s messages referring to my client’s boutique as ‘her little shop.’”
Eric paled.
By the end of the hearing, the verdict was clear:
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