everyone to tremble?”
“My home,” I corrected.
Silence.
Ethan stepped forward.
“Claire, don’t do this.”
I looked at him.
“You told a court you had disclosed every marital asset.”
His expression changed.
Vanessa stared at him.
Margaret tore open the envelope.
Her eyes moved across the first page.
Then the second.
The color drained from her face.
“What is this?”
“A temporary restraining order freezing the Whitmore accounts,” I said. “An enforcement notice on this property. Evidence of fraudulent transfers. And confirmation that the financial crimes unit has received copies.”
