Page 97 of The Fate of Us

“No shit.”

He mumbles as he looks over the evidence. “If her marriage to you is considered legal still, then this marriage is null and void. What is she after?”

“Marcus found a prenup on that marriage. She wasn’t going to get a penny.”

“If Torres finds out about this it will make it a lot easier on him. I need to look into his divorce proceedings. I’ll contact his lawyer.”

“I thought when you finally found her she had a good job. Why would she need money?”

Carson shrugs. “Who knows, but I’ll have my P.I. dig deeper into all these IDs.” He pauses over the pictures and squints. “Dewitt? Why does that name sound familiar?”

“I’ve never heard it.”

Carson jolts from his chair and runs over to his safe, punching in the code and pulling out a folder. He flips it open and a predatory smile crosses his face. He sits back at his desk and types into his computer. I wait patiently for whatever breakthrough he just had when he throws the papers he pulled out of the safe at me.

“Those are the documents I received right before your divorce was finalized. The papers showing she contested the divorce. But after you said something to me about them needing to be signed for I racked my brain over and over. They came in a regular envelope. Nothing special. But I didn’t think too much of it. Look at the name of the law firm.”

I glance down and see M. Dewitt Law Offices as the sender. I glance up at Carson just as he spins the monitor around. “They don’t exist.” He switches over to a new screen and shows me a generic-looking template of a letter contesting a divorce on the internet that looks exactly like the one in my hand.

“She made it up.”

“Bingo, brother. That is not a legal document. She didn’t have a lawyer.”

“My divorce is still legal?”

“As far as I can tell. But I need to find out a few more things. And I need to get in contact with Eduardo Torres’ lawyer.”

I stand and breathe a sigh of relief.

Carson walks around the desk and gives me a hug. “This is almost over, Noah. You can get your girl.”

* * *

I parkin the street outside of Liam’s and take huge strides to the door. The text from Liam didn’t tell me much just that I needed to come over right away.

Liam opens the door for me, and I am thankful he’s been here. I didn’t like her living here at first because of his roommates but he’s kept an eye on her. And he texts me updates all the time.

I follow him into the living room and find Anna as pale as a ghost sitting on the couch.

“It was in the mailbox,” Liam says.

I look at him and then glance at the coffee table to find another letter sitting on it, just like the one we found in Anna’s car.

I rush to Anna’s side and wrap her in my arms before I look at the note.

You won’t get away with this.

“That’s it,” I say to her. “You’re coming home.”

She shakes my arm off her. “Noah, I can’t. I told you I won’t be in that house with her.”

I should tell her everything that is going down with Claire, everything we found out, but right now all I see is red for whoever is leaving these notes for her.

“I can’t protect you here.”

“I don’t need protection,” she grits.

I gesture to the note. “Clearly you do if you are being threatened.”

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