Meeting With Robbie
With the prenup in hand, I approached Robbie’s office feeling steadier than before. Dropping the document onto his desk, I managed a small, triumphant smile. “Here it is, Robbie,” I said firmly. His eyes lit up with curiosity as he picked it up and began to flip through. “Let’s take a closer look,” he replied, already absorbed. A quiet confidence grew in me—perhaps this really was the turning point I’d been waiting for.
Meeting With Robbie
Robbie’s Approval
As Robbie scanned through the prenup, he gave subtle nods, occasionally glancing up at me with a look that carried more assurance than words. “This could make a real difference in our case,” he finally said, the corners of his mouth lifting. His confidence seeped into me, easing the weight I’d carried for weeks. For once, the road ahead didn’t seem quite so bleak. Whatever those pages held, it was clear they carried more power than I had ever imagined.
Robbie’s Approval
