That was worth more than any share he’d tried to take.

When the divorce concluded, the judge confirmed what the prenuptial agreement had always said — my company was mine, untouched — and Dorothea laid out the rest of the record besides: the false police report, the theft, the extortion text, the campaign of defamation.

The joint account was split by who had put money in.

The vehicle was surrendered.

Neither of us could buy the other out of the penthouse in time, so it went up for sale, and Zane was ordered to publish a formal apology and barred from using my name.

On the day of the final appraisal, Christina lost the last of her composure and threw a heavy vase across the entryway at me; Fallon pulled me back by the shoulder and it shattered against the floor instead of my face, in front of the court clerk and two appraisers, who wrote down what they saw.