There was nothing to fight over, which is a thing that only becomes clear to people like Luca far too late.

His attorneys — and he hired expensive ones — arrived to discover that there was simply no ground to stand on.

An ironclad prenuptial agreement.

Documented, unarguable proof that the estate was one hundred percent pre-marital property, paid off before the wedding.

And, worst of all for him, a recording of his own patronizing voice explaining that he had locked the legal owner out of her own home so his mother could use it, and handed the code to his friends.

There is no lawyer alive who can win from that position, and his, to their credit, told him so.