“Not for much longer,” I said.

“You think it’s that simple?” Mark asked.

He shook his head. He looked at his mother, then back at me.

“I have rights,” Mark said.

“You have the right to remain silent,” Juliette said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Shut up, Juliette,” Mark barked.

He looked at the papers on the table.

“This house has tripled in value since we got married,” Mark said.

“The house belongs to the estate,” Thomas said. “It was inherited property.”

“I put my own money into the east wing,” Mark said.

“You used the foundation’s money,” I said.

“I have receipts,” Mark said. “I have five years of records showing my personal labor.”

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

“You want a divorce?” Mark asked.

He took a deep breath, his chest expanding. His trembling hand stilled.

“Fine,” Mark said. “Let’s do it.”

“Mark,” Patricia warned, reaching out to touch his sleeve.

“No, Mother,” Mark said. “She wants to play dirty? We can play dirty.”

He looked at me with a cold, hard stare.