My sister tried to steal the mountain house I built in court—but when the judge asked how many properties I owned, the forged documents exposed a felony that shattered everything.

fair—”

I turned toward her.

“When Nicole bought her first townhouse, you threw a party.”

My voice stayed even.

“When I bought my first apartment building, you asked if I was working too much.”

No one moved.

The judge remained silent.

Even Bell had stopped pretending to take notes.

I continued.

“When Nicole got married, you called her successful.”

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