“I will hire the best divorce lawyer in Denver.”

“I will drag your name through the mud, and everyone in Boulder will know what you did.”

“I will make sure the newspapers hear about how you abandoned your husband.”

Jennifer did not look intimidated in the slightest.

She quietly closed the black folder and tucked it under her arm.

“You are welcome to try, Mr. Vance,” she said.

“But before you do, there are several other matters we need to discuss.”

She reached into her leather briefcase, which was sitting on the small bench in the entry hall.

She pulled out a thicker stack of documents, bound by a heavy metal clip.

Brent’s eyes locked onto the new papers, his expression shifting from anger to sudden apprehension.

“What is that?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“These are documents regarding your recent financial transactions,” Jennifer said.

“Including your unauthorized use of Tessa’s corporate credit cards over the last ninety days.”

“And the paperwork from your attempted refinancing of the Redwood Crest estate.”

The silence in the foyer was absolute, save for the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room.