Chapter 8 - THE LAST THING JASON TRIED TO TAKEThree years after Jason went to prison, I received a call from my attorney.
“There's one more case.”
“What?”
“The house.”
I frowned.
“The penthouse?”
“Yes.”
“It's sold.”
“We know.”
“Then what?”
Jason had filed a claim.
He argued that because we had been married, he had a financial interest in the property.
The court rejected it.
But there was something else.
He had claimed that I had forced him into signing certain documents.
It was another attempt to rewrite history.
Evelyn laughed when she heard.
“He's still fighting.”
I smiled.
“He can't help himself.”
We went to court.
The judge asked Jason's attorney for evidence.
There was none.
My attorney presented the original deed.
The trust documents.
The purchase records.
The financial history.
And finally...
the emergency protective order.
The judge dismissed the claim.
Again.
That afternoon, I walked outside.
The sky was bright.
Daniel was waiting.
“Done?”
“Done.”
“Forever?”
I smiled.
“Forever.”
May you like
We walked away.
I didn't look back.
