CHAPTER 5 — The Knock at the Door
CHAPTER 5 — The Knock at the Door
Nobody moved.
The heavy knock echoed through the old house.
Once.
Twice.
Then a third time.
Arthur pulled the curtain closed.
"They're not police," he whispered.
Piper instinctively stepped in front of me.
My pulse pounded so loudly I could barely hear anything else.
Another knock.
This time followed by Gregory's voice.
"Elise."
"I know you're in there."
My stomach dropped.
How had he found me?
Arthur quietly picked up his phone.
"I've already contacted someone," he murmured. "Don't open the door."
Gregory wasn't alone.
Through the window I could see Catherine standing beside him, wrapped in an expensive cream-colored coat despite the Arizona heat. Next to them stood a tall man in a dark suit carrying a leather briefcase.
Catherine folded her arms impatiently.
"Elise!" she shouted. "Stop acting like a child."
Piper rolled her eyes.
"She's unbelievable."
The knocking stopped.
Then Gregory spoke again, his voice suddenly calm.
"Please."
"I just want to talk."
I almost laughed.
In seven years of marriage, Gregory had never used that tone unless he wanted something.
Arthur looked at me.
"The choice is yours."
I took a deep breath.
"I'm done hiding."
Before anyone could object, I unlocked the door but kept the security chain fastened.
The gap was barely four inches.
Gregory smiled.
Not warmly.
Calculatingly.
"There you are."
His eyes immediately searched the room until they landed on the folders spread across Arthur's dining table.
For just a fraction of a second...
His smile disappeared.
He knew.
He knew I had learned about the inheritance.
"I've been worried sick," Gregory said.
I stared at him.
"Worried?"
"You threatened me."
"You laughed while your mother humiliated me."
"You told me I'd come back on my knees."
His expression didn't change.
"People say things when they're angry."
"No."
"Cruel people do."
Catherine pushed herself forward.
"Enough drama."
She held out her hand.
"Give me the documents."
I blinked.
"What?"
"The estate papers."
"They belong to the family."
Arthur finally spoke.
"No, Mrs. Lawson."
"They belong to Ms. Morgan."
Catherine's eyes narrowed.
"Who are you?"
"My attorney."
Those two words visibly unsettled Gregory.
The man with the briefcase cleared his throat.
"I'm Richard Sloan, attorney for Gregory Lawson."
Arthur smiled politely.
"Then perhaps you should advise your client to stop attempting to intimidate mine."
Gregory's lawyer opened the briefcase.
"We're prepared to settle this privately."
He removed a thick envelope.
"A generous offer."
Arthur didn't even look inside.
"My client isn't selling anything."
Gregory's patience snapped.
"Elise!"
"I am your husband."
"Everything you own belongs to both of us."
Arthur calmly corrected him.
"Arizona recognizes community property for marital assets."
"This inheritance was never transferred into the marital estate."
"It remains Ms. Morgan's separate property."
Gregory went pale.
For the first time since arriving...
I saw fear.
Real fear.
Not anger.
Not arrogance.
Fear.
Because his plan had failed.
He lowered his voice.
"Elise... let's go home."
Home.
The word felt foreign.
"I don't have a home with you."
"You destroyed it."
"You embarrassed me first."
He clenched his jaw.
"I made a joke."
"No."
"You revealed who you really are."
Silence.
Then I asked the question I'd carried for hours.
"When did you first learn about my grandmother's estate?"
His eyes flickered.
Just once.
That was enough.
"You knew before we even married me."
He didn't answer.
His silence became the confession.
Arthur stepped forward.
"I believe this meeting is over."
Gregory looked at me one last time.
"If you leave this marriage..."
"You'll regret it."
I met his gaze without flinching.
"I already regret staying."
For the first time...
He had no response.
He turned and walked away.
But before climbing into the SUV, Catherine looked back over her shoulder.
"This isn't finished."
"No," I replied quietly.
"It isn't."
The next morning, Arthur filed emergency petitions to freeze every transaction connected to the Ellis estate.
By noon, the judge approved temporary protective orders preventing anyone from transferring, selling, or borrowing against the properties until ownership was formally confirmed.
Gregory had lost access before he ever gained it.
That afternoon Arthur called with unexpected news.
"We found someone."
"Who?"
"The bank manager who handled Margaret's accounts."
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"He retired years ago."
"He remembers everything."
