“Who’s this?” Michael asked, trying to sound tough but his voice cracked slightly.
“I’m Miss Katherine’s attorney,” Logan’s smile was razor-sharp. “May we come in?”
“No,” Michael answered, his eyes darting between us.
“Very well,” Logan continued without missing a beat. “It has come to our attention that you filed for divorce from my client a short while after receiving a significant amount of money from her grandfather. Isn’t that right?”
“No!” Michael said, his nostrils flaring. “This is my money, and it had nothing to do with the divorce.”
“Well, you’ll have to prove that in court soon,” Logan stated calmly. “We’ll sue you for it, and we already have Katherine’s grandfather’s best friend who will testify to having a conversation with him about giving you the money and why. We’ll also subpoena your bank records, text messages, and every conversation you had. If there’s even a hint of deception, you’ll lose everything.”
“You can’t prove anything,” my ex-husband said and puffed up his chest before looking into my eyes. “I’ll get a lawyer, too.”
“Sure,” Logan shrugged. “But legal fees add up fast. The rent in this place, the car you bought, and the clothes you’re wearing must have already put a serious dent in what you received. Are you willing to take a gamble on the rest or worse, owe hundreds of thousands in legal fees?”
I watched Michael’s face as reality all sank in.
“You really planned this, didn’t you?” I asked quietly. “Taking the money and leaving me? You lied to my dying grandfather.”
Michael wouldn’t meet my eyes, and after another tense minute, his shoulders slumped. “Fine,” he whispered. “I’ll sell everything. You’ll get your money back.”
“All of it,” Logan said, urging me away from Michael now that our business seemed settled.
We reached the elevator, and I saw him turn back to my ex, who was still standing in his apartment doorway with his mouth set in a hard line.
“We’ll draw up a payment plan for anything you can’t return… immediately,” Logan added with a small smirk.
When we entered the elevator, Michael called out, “Kat, I…”
“Save it. I hope it was worth it,” I said as the metal doors closed.
***
A year later, I used the money Michael returned to open a veterinary clinic in Grandpa’s honor. Harrison came to the opening with his dog and told me Grandpa would be proud.
A week or so after the opening, Logan stopped by and asked me to dinner… Two years later, I was marrying him. I knew that no one would ever be able to mess with me with a man like him by my side.
And Logan doesn’t know this, but I keep a particular smiley $100 bill hidden in my wallet. It’s one of my treasures, not only because it reminds me of Grandpa, but because it led me to the love of my life.
Source: amomama
