“We have the digital footprint of the notary device you stole from the office,” Daniel said, opening the folder.

The officer stepped onto the stage, pulling a pair of metal handcuffs from his utility belt.

Gavin raised his hands, but as the metal clicked around his left wrist, a strange, desperate smile crept across his face.

He stopped resisting and looked directly into my eyes.

“You think you have won, Emily?” Gavin whispered, his voice dripping with venom.

“You think you can just take everything back and throw me out of your life?”

“The law is putting you where you belong, Gavin,” I said, my voice steady.

“Maybe,” Gavin sneered, leaning closer as the officer pulled his other arm back to secure the cuffs.

“But you might want to check the deed to your precious Cumberland Avenue estate before you celebrate.”

My heart skipped a beat, a cold dread settling in my chest.

“What did you do?” I demanded.

“The mortgage on that house is tied to a private joint account,” Gavin mocked, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction.