Let him keep the house. The accounts. Even the espresso machine. What she wanted—what she demanded—was the PlayStation. Because in the theater of divorce, true power is won not with property… but with petty precision and exclusive possession of Player One.

Today’s motion was not about justice. It was theatre—complete with a script, an audience, and two shell-shocked in-laws in the front row. No, Charles didn’t care about the toys. He cared that her parents heard the transcript. Word for vibrating word. You see, in family law, revenge doesn’t need a dagger. Sometimes, it just needs a subpoena and a gallery seat.