My husband thought he owned the beach house. One courtroom hearing proved how wrong he was.

“You do.”

“And whose name is on the occupancy agreement?”

There was a pause.

“Yours. Technically, they have a revocable family-use license, not a lease.”

“Excellent,” I said. “Prepare a termination of license. Effective immediately.”

Marcus took a breath. “For Greg’s parents?”

“Yes.”

I looked back at the camera.

Greg was now standing in the open doorway, one arm around the blonde’s waist. She tilted her head back, giggling as he kissed her neck.

I felt nothing.