The Real Custody Question
I turned back to the judge.
“Your Honor, I did not present these records to humiliate my husband. I presented them because he asked this court to believe I had no income, no professional capability, and no role in building the life our children know.”
Judge Beckett nodded.
“Where have you and the boys lived since the separation?”
“In a rented home near their school.”
“Who pays the rent?”
“I do.”
“With what income?”
I handed another folder to the clerk.
“For the past eighteen months, I’ve worked as an independent consultant for small transportation companies. I assist with insurance compliance, contract proposals, licensing, and financial systems.”
Philip reviewed the documents.
His expression tightened.
The income was far from insignificant.
It was enough to cover rent, school expenses, insurance, and savings.
Gavin looked at me.
“You told me you were helping friends.”
“I was helping clients who became friends.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were earning that much?”
“You stopped asking about my life a long time ago.”
The courtroom fell completely silent.
Philip shifted his approach.
“Are you saying Mr. Rourke is an unfit father?”
“No.”
Gavin looked caught off guard.
I continued, choosing my words carefully.
“He loves Nolan and Parker. He takes them to games when his schedule allows. He remembers that Parker likes his pancakes without syrup, but he forgets that Nolan gets anxious before school presentations. He is not a bad person. But he has been more focused on winning this case than protecting their feelings.”
Nolan lowered his head.
Gavin glanced at him, and something uncertain flickered across his face.
