Harrison tried to intervene again. “Graham, please, let me handle the legal objections.”

“No,” Graham said, ignoring his lawyer. “I built this place. I brought in the Miller account. I brought in the high-net-worth clients from North Dallas.”

He walked to the window, then turned back, his face flushed.

“You can’t throw me out based on the word of a disgruntled spouse,” he said.

I sat perfectly still in the high-backed leather chair.

I remembered the years of sitting at dinner parties, listening to him talk down to me in front of our friends.

I remembered the way he smiled when he told me I didn’t need to worry about the family finances.

“I am not just your spouse anymore, Graham,” I said. “I am your creditor.”

Raymond tapped his pen on his legal pad.

“The transfer of the debt is legally binding, Arthur,” Raymond told Harrison. “The bank has already processed the payment. The funds cleared at midnight.”

Harrison looked down at the documents again.

He sighed, a long, deflated sound.

“He’s right, Graham,” Harrison said quietly.