He walked over to the table and picked up his phone, which had stopped vibrating but was now showing three missed calls.

“You think you’ve won,” he said.

He was standing close to me, but I did not pull back.

“This isn’t a game, Derek,” I said.

“I don’t care about winning. I care about being free.”

“You’re going to leave this house with nothing,” he said, his voice shaking with a cold, quiet rage.

“Every cent we have is tied up in the firm. If the firm goes under because of this, you get nothing.”

“I don’t want your money, Derek,” I said.

“I want my half of what we built, and not a penny more.”

“The judge frozen the accounts,” he said, his voice rising again. “How are you going to pay for this house? How are you going to pay your high-priced lawyer?”

“Annika has already been paid,” I said.

“From where?” he demanded. “I monitor every transaction.”

“You monitor the accounts you know about,” I said.

I picked up my wine glass and took a small sip.