Derek’s eyes widened.
“You can’t freeze our money.”
“Our money?”
I reached beneath the table and pulled out another folder.
“The house is held by my trust. The investment account is mine. My company shares remain separate property.”
He stared at me.
“And the prenup you signed contains a misconduct provision your own attorney negotiated.”
His face turned gray.
“You wouldn’t enforce that.”
“You slammed my face into a table in front of two hundred witnesses.”
The silence was suffocating.
One officer moved closer.
“Sir, we need to speak with you regarding the credit application and an assault complaint.”
Derek looked around as if someone might step in and rescue him.
Nobody did.
Even Richard backed away.
Then Derek made his last mistake.
He grabbed the microphone from my hand.
“You ungrateful bitch.”
The officer seized his wrist.
Derek jerked backward.
“Get off me!”
Within seconds, he was against the table with his hands being secured behind him while champagne glasses toppled and shattered on the floor.
