I never signed any paper giving up my claim to the marital home.”

Patrick let out a short, cold breath that sounded almost like a laugh.

“You were a penniless orphan when I met you, Serena.

You had no credit, no property and no family history worth a single dollar on paper.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to sign my name.”

“You ought to check your mail tomorrow morning,” Patrick said, opening his sedan door with a soft click.

“The formal divorce petition was filed with the Crestview clerk at nine o’clock.”