“Has he ever threatened you directly?”

I swallowed hard.

“Tonight he threatened to end our marriage if I didn’t pay.”

“Anything else?” she asked.

I remembered Spencer standing in our kitchen six months earlier, holding my business folder and telling me that nobody would take my company seriously without him.

I remembered the night he hid my car keys because I refused to attend one of his mother’s dinners, and I remembered apologizing to him afterward for making him angry.

“Yes,” I whispered softly.