At our divorce hearing, my husband laughed when he saw I had no lawyer. “With no money, no power, no one on your side… who’s going to rescue you
The courtroom smelled of old wood and burnt coffee—the kind of place where pride quietly falls apart. I sat alone at the defense table. Across from me, my husband Andrew looked relaxed beside his expensive attorney. When I told the judge I had no lawyer, murmurs filled the room. Andrew smirked.“No money. No influence. All…