“You have no claim to any of my properties or my accounts,” I said.

“What accounts?” he yelled, throwing the papers back onto the desk. “You’re a secretary! You don’t have assets!”

“I have enough,” I said.

“I am not signing this,” he said, his voice shaking with rage. “You think you can just walk away when things get tough? I built this life for us!”

“You built a house of cards on fraud and lies, Graham,” I said. “And now it is falling.”

He leaned down, his face inches from mine. “If I go down, I’m taking you with me. The court will split everything. I’ll make sure you don’t get a single dime of alimony.”

“I don’t want your money,” I said. “In fact, I’ve already signed the waiver to ensure I never have to touch a cent of it.”

He stared at me, trying to find a crack in my composure.

“You’re bluffing,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

“The papers are fully executed on my end,” I said. “You have twenty-four hours to have your attorney review them. After that, we file publicly.”