My mom and brother started laughing when I walked into the courtroom, “Haha, we’re going to strip her of every thing, she’s too pathetic to fight back anyway.” But they didn’t know one thing about me, and the moment the judge looked at me, he said, “Victoria Owens? Is that you?”
The Courtroom Where I Finally Walked Away From My Family I was twenty-five when my own family tried to destroy me in a courtroom. My mother, Eleanor, and my brother, Julian, came prepared to strip me of my inheritance and my future. They believed I was weak, someone they could erase with lies, forged documents,…