Back then he’d laughed while signing. Called it “paranoia.” Barely read a word.
My phone rang.
It was Alex Salcedo, my military attorney.
“Mariana—he filed for divorce yesterday. Alleging abandonment. He’s also seeking full custody and spousal support.”
I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to.
“Alex,” I said, calm like a briefing room, “execute Operation Home. The contingency plan. Now.”
On the other end of the line, I heard his smile.
“He’s about to learn what happens when you change the locks on a house that isn’t yours.”
Part 3 — The Lock He Couldn’t Own
Matt thought he’d ambushed me.
He didn’t understand: you can’t ambush someone who’s been preparing for betrayal since the day they left.
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