“The deck was an illegal structure built without permits on my property,” I said. “I am having it removed to protect the value of my home.”

“Your home?” he spat. “This is our home, Tessa! I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this place!”

“The deed and the mortgage are in my name alone,” I replied. “You know that.”

“I have been living here for years!” he shouted. “You can’t just lock me out! That is an illegal eviction! I am calling the police!”

“Go ahead and call them, Brent,” I said. “The papers you are holding in your hand include a temporary restraining order and an emergency exclusive occupancy petition.”

There was a sudden, heavy silence on the other end of the line.

I could hear the distant sound of the circular saw cutting through wood over the receiver.

“You can’t do this,” he whispered, his voice shaking with a mixture of anger and panic. “I built a life here. I am your husband.”