“I can’t wait until Avery goes on her business trip next week so I can see you,” Jerome read.

The words echoed in the quiet conference room.

I looked at the water glass in front of me, watching the condensation drip down the side.

“There are over four hundred pages of similar messages,” Jerome said.

He tapped the thick stack.

“They cover a period of nine months before you filed for divorce, Scott.”

Kayla glared at Scott, her fingers digging into his forearm.

“You told me you were already sleeping in the guest room by then,” she whispered.

Scott didn’t answer her.

He kept staring at the papers.

“This is an invasion of privacy,” Scott said, his voice rising. “This isn’t legal.”

“The backup was stored on a shared family account,” Jerome said. “A account paid for by Avery.”

Jerome turned another page.

“Which brings us to the next matter,” Jerome said.

He looked directly at Victoria.

“The separate property,” Jerome said.

Scott sat up straighter.

“You can’t touch the house,” Scott said. “My mother left that to me. It’s in my name only.”