“Let’s do it,” I said. “Send me the closing package.”

“I’m sending the secure signing link now,” Jennifer said. “Once you sign, I will execute the transfer. I’ll call you when it’s official.”

She hung up.

The kitchen hummed with the quiet drone of the refrigerator.

Ivy stirred in her bassinet, letting out a soft sigh before settling back into sleep.

“Are you sure about this, Tessa?” Molly asked, her hand resting on my shoulder.

“He tried to steal a million and a half dollars using my name,” I said. “He was going to leave me with the debt.”

“He’s a monster,” Molly said.

“He’s a thief,” I corrected her. “And he’s about to find out he doesn’t own a thing.”

My phone buzzed again with a notification from the security app.

I opened it.

The camera feed from the driveway showed a silver SUV parking behind Brent’s car.

It was his mother’s car.

Diane got out of the driver’s seat, holding a large designer handbag.

She was wearing her signature beige trench coat, looking around the driveway as if she already owned the pavement.