“What did he claim?” I asked.

“Adultery, gross conversion of foundation assets, and severe prepartum emotional instability,” Chloe said.

“He attached an affidavit signed by Eleanor claiming you stole sixty-eight thousand dollars from the trust to open a secret personal account.”

I pressed my left thumb hard into my palm until the skin went white.

“He wants me declared unfit before the delivery,” I said.

“He wants you broke, homeless, and discredited so no court will listen when you present the forensic audit,” Chloe said.

“Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?” I asked.