Nina nodded and set a folder on the desk.
“This is everything I’ve managed to gather.”
He took it, flipped through the pages. His gaze moved quickly—numbers, contracts, medical records, signatures.
She swallowed. It was time to speak.
“My husband…” she began, but her voice trembled. She clenched her hands in her lap.“He doesn’t just want a divorce. He wants to leave me with nothing.”
Nolan didn’t look up, but she knew he was absorbing every word. She spoke unevenly, sometimes barely pushing the words out. It felt like exposing her soul to a stranger—showing him the rot she’d been forced to live with.
“Powers of attorney. Fake certificates. Forged documents,” she continued, pulse hammering in her temples.“He had me declared legally incompetent. Transferred everything to himself. Stripped me of my business, my money, even my name. That’s the most humiliating part of all this.”
Hot fury mixed with helplessness. Her eyes stung, but she forced herself to stay composed.
“The psychiatric hospital?” Nolan finally asked, lifting his gaze.
She nodded.
“Frank had me committed using falsified paperwork. Two weeks. Heavy medication. No phone. No contact with anyone. I was released only when he decided I wasn’t a threat anymore.”
A shadow passed through Nolan’s eyes, though his face remained calm.
“So the clinic had no legal grounds,” he said.
“None,” she replied quietly.
He flipped another page.
“And the business?”
She inhaled shakily.
“He has everything.”
How she managed to tell it all—she had no idea. Her voice cracked more than once, but she kept talking because this was her last way out.
Nolan asked questions—sharp, precise ones. He was already building a strategy, mapping the weak points, calculating.
When she finished, silence settled.
He leaned back in his chair and tapped a pen slowly against the desk.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
She sat frozen, hardly breathing. What if he said there was nothing to do? What if even he couldn’t help? Her fingers curled into fists.
“And?” she asked, voice hoarse.“Is there anything we can do? I can’t let Frank take what was never his to begin with.”
Nolan stopped tapping. Lifted his gaze.
There was something dangerous in his eyes now. Something dark.
“There are options,” he said.
