Chloe snatched the page out of my hand, her nails scraping across my knuckles.

“That’s private corporate business,” Chloe said, smoothing her skirt twice with quick, nervous strokes.

“You shouldn’t be poking into Patrick’s real estate filings.”

“He told the court this house was part of our marital assets,” I said to her.

“Patrick looks after his interests,” Chloe said, her voice soft and thin.

“He always has.”

“Did he give you part ownership of Sterling Capital too?”

Chloe hugged the leather binder to her chest and turned her back on me.