nothing to say.
Adrian came to the penthouse the following morning, furious that his key no longer worked.
I let him inside because my attorney, a security officer, and a process server were already waiting.
“This is my home,” he snapped.
“No,” I said calmly.
“It was our home. The property belongs to the Vale Family Trust.”
Adrian paced across the room.
“You’re punishing me because I made one mistake.”
“One mistake?”
I looked at him.
“You ignored seven calls from your pregnant wife. You told your assistant not to