Jia's POVMy lawyer's office was on the twelfth floor of a glass building downtown, far enough from the Collins mansion and far enough from St. Victoria's that I could sit in her leather chair and breathe without feeling like someone was watching me through the walls.Her name was Rachel Whitfield. Mid forties. Sharp eyes. Short gray hair that she wore like a crown instead of an apology. She had been handling high profile divorces in this city for over fifteen years and the first thing she told me when I walked into her office three weeks ago was that she did not care who my husband was or how much money his family had. The law was the law and the law was on my side."I have reviewed everything you submitted last week," Rachel said, sliding a folder across her desk toward me. "The financial disclosures, the joint account statements, the property records. Based on what you have provided, you are entitled to a significant portion of the marital assets acquired during the three years of
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