“Why do you need my signature?” I asked.

“Because of the marital property laws in Texas,” he said, his voice rising in irritation.

“The title company is being difficult,” he said.

“They want a spousal waiver to clear the title transfer.”

I looked up at him, keeping my expression perfectly blank.

He could not know that I had spent the last three hours coordinating with Sterling to buy those exact properties.

“Are we selling them?” I asked softly.

“It is an asset reallocation, Jocelyn,” he said, using the condescending tone he always used when he thought I was stupid.

“You wouldn’t understand the tax implications.”

“I see,” I said.

I reached out and turned the pages of the document.

It was a standard waiver of marital interest.

If I signed this, he could transfer the properties to any buyer he chose without my consent.

He thought he was stripping me of my rights to the assets.

He did not realize he was transferring them directly into my hands.

“Who is the buyer?” I asked, pointing to a blank line where the purchasing entity should be.