Shirley's POVThe courthouse air was dry, recycled, almost sterile. I hated how it smelled — like paper and tired ambition. I had been here before, finalizing a divorce that had already stripped me bare. Now I was back, not for the remnants of a broken marriage, but to reclaim what had been stolen from me — my work, my identity, my voice.Steven sat across from me, flanked by his expensive legal team, polished to perfection, still arrogant. He wore a sleek gray suit, looking more like a man at a networking event than a defendant on trial for intellectual property theft. When our eyes met, he smiled — that same smug, infuriating smile that once tricked me into trusting him.I gripped the edge of my chair. Not this time.When his lawyers took the floor, they wasted no time painting me as a bitter ex-wife seeking revenge."Ms. Ford is leveraging a personal vendetta," one of them said, voice full of dramatic pauses, "to manufacture a professional dispute. The code in question was develope
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