Isabella listened to his heavy breathing, her expression entirely serene in the warm glow of her bedside lamp. “If you think you have a legal right to my assets, Tyler,” Isabella said, her voice dropping into a dangerous, icy calm, “do you want to take it to court? We can easily reopen our divorce files in front of a federal judge and see what happens.”
The line went completely dead silent. The hostile, aggressive man evaporated into nothing, replaced by the quiet, hollow realization that he had absolutely no leverage left. “Isabella, please…” Tyler began to weep, his voice cracking as he started to beg. “Please, I have nowhere else to go. I’m begging you—”
Isabella didn’t bother listening to the rest of his tears. She casually pulled the phone away from her ear, tapped the screen to hang up, and permanently blocked the number. She turned off her lamp, rolled over into the comfortable, quiet safety of her sheets, and went right back to sleep, leaving the liabilities of the past completely written off.