He looked up, sheer terror in his eyes.

“You knew.” “I know a magnificent amount more today than I did seventy-two hours ago.” “What does that mean, Olivia? What did you find?”

“It means my attorney, Lauren Hayes, has been incredibly thorough.” Rachel stepped back, her bravado shattering. “Who is Lauren?” “My lawyer,” I said smoothly.

“A predator.” Ethan took a step toward the door, his voice cracking. “You hired a shark. Over a mistake?” “I hired an exterminator.” He realized, in that exact second, that this was no longer a lovers’ quarrel.

He wasn’t going to charm his way back into my bed or my bank account. The game board had been flipped. “Let’s just get our stuff,” Rachel whimpered, pulling at Ethan’s sleeve.

“Please.” I nodded toward the side of the house. “Your belongings have already been prepared.” They both turned. Stacked neatly beneath the overhang of the carport were thirty cardboard moving boxes.