Finally, anxiety replaced arrogance.
“Call me before my mother contacts the police.”
At nine o’clock, Margaret texted me a picture of my belongings piled beside the estate gate.
Her message read: Apologize, and perhaps we will let you return.
I forwarded it straight to Lena.
Ten minutes later, Daniel called again, laughing as I answered.
“Had enough of your tantrum?”
“No.”
“You cannot keep Noah from me.”
“I’m not. All communication about custody will go through counsel.”
His tone changed immediately. “Counsel?”
“Yes.”
There was a brief silence.
Then he scoffed. “You don’t have lawyer money.”
I almost admired how thoroughly he had underestimated me.
Before I could respond, someone pounded on his office door. I heard his assistant speaking in a rush.
Daniel frowned. “What?”
A man’s voice interrupted.
“The bank suspended our credit facility. They say the guarantor withdrew.”
Silence followed.
“Who was the guarantor?” Daniel demanded.
I quietly closed my laptop.
Lena’s second notice had already reached him.
Barely able to breathe, he read the name aloud.
“Evelyn Carter Holdings?”
“That’s me,” I said.
For the first time in our marriage, Daniel had absolutely nothing to say.
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