The Envelope on the Table Wasn’t Revenge—It Was Everything Everett Had Been Hoping I Would Never Do
Inside was a letter from Marguerite’s firm notifying Everett that I had retained counsel and formally withdrawn any consent for our home to be pledged, refinanced, or used to support Bramwell. Attached was a demand that he preserve every company record, bank statement, email, and document connected to the proposed financing. Delphine’s attorney had sent a separate notice requiring a complete accounting of anything Everett had handled under the authority she thought was limited to ordinary estate paperwork.
Everett stared at me. “You’re treating me like a criminal.”
“No,” I said. “I’m treating this like something serious.”
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