It legally belonged to me through a trust Trevor never bothered to understand.
So when he screamed from Aspen demanding obedience and threatening divorce, Gloria had already arranged for a process server.
I let Trevor rant.
I let Diane threaten.
I even let Chloe send me messages calling me “vindictive” and “classless.”
Then I sent Trevor one short reply:
Enjoy the trip. It’s the last luxury you’ll ever take from me.
Three days later, they returned home early.
I stood outside when their SUV pulled up. Their faces were dark with anger, ski gear piled in the back. They marched toward me ready for a fight.
Then they stopped.
Because standing beside me was Gloria Bennett, two associates from her firm, a financial investigator, and a sheriff’s deputy.
Trevor’s face lost all color.
Diane stared in shock.
And I smiled.
Trevor tried to recover first.
“What is this?” he demanded. “Vanessa, what stunt are you pulling?”
“A legal one,” Gloria answered calmly. She handed him a folder. “Trevor Calloway, you are being served with divorce papers, a financial restraining order, a petition for exclusive occupancy, and a civil claim regarding unauthorized use of my client’s financial accounts.”
Diane exploded with outrage. “You can’t serve my son at his own house!”
