“Your Honor,” he said, “this was an emotionally charged day for both parties. My client believed there were still shared privileges attached to certain accounts.”
Judge Porter looked over her glasses. “He believed he could sign his ex-wife’s name on a corporate authorization slip?”
Daniel stared down at the table.
His attorney hesitated. “He believed he had informal permission.”
Margaret stood. “There is no written permission, no verbal permission, no business purpose, and no marital relationship remaining. There is, however, video of Mr. Whitmore handing over Ms. Hayes’s card while celebrating with the woman he introduced publicly as his partner.”
The judge read the transcript of Daniel’s voicemail.
Then she read his final text aloud.
You’ll regret humiliating me.
The courtroom was so silent I could hear Daniel breathing.
Judge Porter ordered Daniel to preserve all communications connected to the Aurum House incident, barred him from contacting me except through attorneys, and referred the matter for further review because of the signature issue. She also denied his attorney’s attempt to reopen financial claims against me, noting that his conduct damaged his credibility.
Outside the courtroom, Daniel waited near the elevators.
For the first time since I had known him, he did not look polished. He looked ordinary. Tired. Cornered. Smaller than the shadow he had cast over my life.
“Emily,” he said.
Margaret stepped slightly in front of me.
“It’s all through counsel now,” she said.
