Her eyes filled with tears as she said, “Just tell me you’re going to win on Wednesday.”
“I promise you, Sierra. I’m going to win.”
Wrapping her arms around my waist, Sierra buried her face into my chest as I held onto her and took us back to the dock.
Sitting in the library, I couldn’t stop staring at Sierra as she sat on the sofa with her legs pulled up underneath her. My father was asking her questions as if he was Robert’s lawyer. Had she ever cheated? Why she had a separate bank account the entire time she was married to Robert. Next time I saw her father, I was going to tell him that was the best piece of advice he could have ever given his daughter.
Chuckling, I pulled out Sierra’s trust fund paperwork I had noticed was missing after reading over it over a week ago. Trying to get the original law firm to send it over was like trying to pull a tooth. I began reading over it as my father and Sierra continued to talk. Sierra had gotten the trust fund when she turned thirty, which was after she had separated from Robert. His lawyer argued the trust fund should be considered part of the marital assets. Robert’s lawyers were also claiming half of the money Sierra used to buy her home in Hyde Park. I had hired a forensic accountant to track Sierra and Robert’s bank account. He had come back showing Robert has been slowly draining the account and putting it in an alternative account. Little did he know that account was still considered part of the marital assets. I couldn’t wait to see his face when we brought that little fact up at the trial. I would be able to convince the judge that, in fact, Sierra had only used her half of the marital assets. Actually used less than her half. No prenup was both a blessing and a curse through these proceedings that was for sure.
My father and Sierra were now talking about Sierra keeping her cool on the stand. She wasn’t to get upset or angry.
Standing up, Sierra stretched as my father walked over to me. “Aaron, Sierra and I are going to go grab a drink. Would you like anything?”
Shaking my head, I said, “Nah, I’ve only got a little left to read.”
Glancing up, I smiled as I saw Sierra take my father’s arm as they made their way out of the library.
Damn it, I want to finish this shit up so I could take her out to eat.
Wiping my eyes and slapping myself across my face to wake myself up, I started reading again.