“I want what is mine,” he said, stepping onto the threshold.

“I am going to sue you for half the value of that mansion.”

“In fact, I’m going to sue you for half of everything you own.”

“Every single investment, every stock option, and every dollar in your accounts.”

“My lawyer says we can tie that house up in litigation for years.”

“You won’t be able to sell it, you won’t be able to live in it, and you will spend millions trying to fight me.”

He smiled then, a cruel, triumphant smirk that made my skin crawl.

“I will make your life a living hell until you buy me out,” he whispered.

“And it is going to cost you at least five million dollars to make me go away.”

I stood there, watching the snow begin to fall again in light, silent flakes behind him.

The sheer entitlement in his eyes was staggering, but for the first time in months, I did not feel afraid.

I felt a cold, hard clarity settle over me.

“Are you finished?” I asked.

Brent’s smirk faltered slightly at my lack of reaction.