But I stood my ground, blind with love and promises of forever, insistent that a prenup was unnecessary.

My dad would lose his mind if he knew what was happening now. If only I’d listened to him!

I tuck and roll, then push off the wall, turning into a backstroke.

The small amount of money that Jack is trying to lay claim to is nothing compared to the money I have that Jack knows nothing about. Since our legal separation, I’ve become very successful in my career, but I wasn’t lying when I told Ty that it’s not about the money.

This is my heritage. My family worked hard for this land, for the wealth they amassed, and Jack doesn’t deserve another fucking dime of it. That’s why the divorce took so long. I fought him with everything in me to assure that he didn’t get his greedy hands on my family’s money.

In the end he won a sizable settlement that all of the lawyers talked me into.

Jack wasn’t happy. He wanted more.

I push off the edge of the pool and glide underwater until I reach the surface and then move into a front crawl.

After my parents died in a winter car accident just over two years ago, Jack made it clear that he didn’t love me, had been sleeping around since we were dating, but expected me to keep him in his comfortable lifestyle.

When I threw a fit and kicked him out, he slammed me against the wall and landed a punch to my stomach, certain to avoid bruising me, before he left.

Thanks to threats from Brad, and Jack’s knowing how well-known I am in this town, he’s not bothered me since. Until now.

And now he’s threatening me.

It’s not worth it. Living in constant fear of seeing Jack around town, of finding myself in the middle of another humiliating scene. Seeing the pity in the eyes of people I’ve known my whole life.

And now, coming home to an ambush because he’s feeling desperate?

I’m done.

I pull myself out of the water, exhausted and panting, and resigned to see Cary in the morning to agree to a settlement.

It’s time to move on.

It’s early when I leave the house and drive to the lawyer’s office. I don’t have an appointment, and I don’t even know for sure if anyone is there yet, but I couldn’t sleep last night. I couldn’t lose myself in work.

I need to get this over with.

When I stride to the front door, I’m surprised to find it unlocked. Sylvia isn’t in yet, but I hear voices back in Cary’s office.

I step through his door like I belong there, and both Cary’s and Ty’s faces register surprise when they see me in the doorway.

“You know, Lo, we have these things called phones, where you call and make what’s called an appointment.” Ty’s gray eyes are narrowed, but his lips are quirked in a smile. He’s in a power suit today, making my mouth immediately water. His shoulders look even broader in the black jacket, and the blue tie makes his eyes shine.

“Ha ha.” I sit heavily in the seat before Cary’s desk. “I’m sick of this shit.”

“Ty told me you came by yesterday.” Cary leans back in his chair.

“I was fucking served papers,” I mutter, and push my hands though my hair. “But I think I want to settle.”

Ty’s eyebrows climb into his hairline. “I’ll leave you two alone.”

“You can stay,” I mutter. “I could use both of your opinions. I’ll pay double for the hour.”

“That’s not necessary.” Ty’s voice is clipped and he frowns as he gazes at me. “Why the change of heart?”

I lean back in the chair and tilt my head back, looking at the tin tiles on the ceiling. “Because Jack’s an asshole. Because now he’s decided to threaten me.” I shake my head and look Cary in the eye. “But no payments. It’s going to be in one lump sum and he needs to sign a contract stating that he’ll never ask for another dime.”

“Wait, back up.” Ty pushes away from the desk and glowers down at me. “What do you mean he threatened you?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Lauren,” Cary interrupts, “it does matter. What the hell happened?”

“When I returned home, Jack was at the house.”

“Does he still have a key?” Ty asks.

“No.” I shake my head adamantly. “I changed all the locks and installed a new alarm system the day he left.”

“So he was waiting outside,” Cary clarifies.

“Yes. I told him to leave, that I didn’t want to see him and he isn’t welcome at the house. He said I was making things harder than they need to be.” I laugh humorlessly as Cary’s eyebrows climb toward his blond hairline. “I reminded him that there’s nothing difficult about this at all. We’re divorced. It’s over, and he can just go away.” I shrug and look away, not wanting to continue.

“What did he threaten you with?” Ty asks softly.

I raise my eyes to his and suddenly my stomach rolls. “I’m going to be sick.”

I bolt from the room and run to the restroom in the hallway, barely making it in time to lose the half gallon of coffee I consumed this morning. When the dry-heaving stops, I rinse my mouth and open the door, finding Ty on the other side.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.

I nod, embarrassed.

He reaches up and gently tucks a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. “What did he threaten you with?” He leads me back to Cary’s office.