His features contorted. “Audrey…”
I shook my head, cutting him off before he could build momentum. “No. You don’t get to use that tone with me anymore.”
“Where have you been living?” he asked, his voice cracking. “Our old brownstone—”
“The brownstone you changed the access codes to the week after I left?” I asked, a faint smile touching my lips. “I’ve been living in a small apartment in Lincoln Park, working remote consulting contracts to cover the pediatric copays.”
His arrogance had completely dissolved, leaving behind a raw, desperate confusion. “You shouldn’t have been living like that. The trust—I thought your personal accounts were secure.”
“You froze the marital distribution line, Dominic. You told the estate managers that I had walked away from the assets, so they automatically locked the secondary vaults. You wanted to starve me into a quick settlement. You simply forgot that I am perfectly capable of balancing my own ledger.”
