He would look for another way to get leverage.

The original property deed to our estate was kept in a fireproof safe in the study of our home.

If he could get his hands on that deed, he could try to secure a hard money loan from one of his shady business associates.

I quickly dialed my attorney, Marcus.

He answered on the second ring.

“Natalie,” Marcus said. “I heard about the bail. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said. “But Ethan is desperate. He’s going to the house.”

“He can’t,” Marcus said. “There’s a temporary restraining order in place.”

“A piece of paper won’t stop him when he’s facing ruin,” I said. “Did the security team arrive at the estate?”

“They should be there now,” Marcus said. “The locksmith was scheduled for noon.”

I looked at the clock on the wall.

It was 12:15 PM.

“Call them, Marcus,” I said, my heart beginning to race again. “Make sure the locks are changed and the guards are in place.”

“I’m calling them right now,” he said. “I’ll call you back in five minutes.”

He hung up.