“I got your email from the hotel,” she said, her dark eyes bright with something fierce.

“I’ve filed the emergency petition for dissolution.

I’ve served the townhouse landlord with notice of lease termination.

And I’ve frozen the marital assets.” “The secondary cards?” “Dead as of noon.” She tapped the folders.

“And because your income was always kept separate, in your own trust accounts, Julian has no claim on your inheritance, your portfolio, or your future earnings.

In fact, Genevieve — based on the statements you sent — he owes your personal estate about forty-eight thousand dollars in unauthorized transfers over the last eighteen months.” I set down my tea.