At my divorce hearing, I was eight months pregnant when the judge ruled that I would walk away with nothing. My husband smirked, convinced he had won.

Julian once stood in a corrupt courtroom and asked how I would survive without him.

He had calculated my poverty.

My loneliness.

My lack of family.

My fear.

He thought he was trapping someone defenseless.

What he never understood was that the woman he tried to destroy was standing one step away from discovering who she truly was.