My husband—unaware that I earned $4.2 million a year—shouted at me: “You sick psycho! I’ve already filed for divorce. Be out of my house by tomorrow.”

I let silence stretch.

“All of them?” I asked softly.

“All of them!” he shouted. “My checking account. My business credit line. Even the joint account. The bank says the mortgage payment didn’t process. That’s impossible—I have money!”

I glanced at Naomi, who raised an eyebrow.

“Who is ‘they’?” I asked.

“The bank. And some corporate security guy. He’s at the door with documents. He says I have to vacate pending ownership review.”

Ownership review.

Interesting.

“What did you tell your attorney about how you purchased the house?” I asked.