I didn't even look at her.
"The car and the house are titled in my name. Your 'guests' took the vehicle and occupied the property without my consent. In the eyes of the law, that makes them thieves." I paused, letting the words settle. "Oh, and I sent you the divorce agreement. Don't forget to sign it."
Mila's face went mottled crimson. Fueled by humiliation, she lunged at me, hand raised to strike.
I didn't flinch. My grip caught her wrist mid-swing, locking it in place.
"I used to love you," I said, my voice dropping low. "That love was the only reason I tolerated your tantrums for seven years. But that love is dead. I will not allow you to disrespect me again."
"Listen to yourself, David." She sneered, struggling uselessly. "I don't need your help anymore. Galloway is mine. I can kick you to the curb and bury you so deep you'll never crawl out."
Her eyes went manic. "One last chance. Go to the police station right now, kneel down, and apologize. Tell them it was a misunderstanding. Clear the Delgados' record."
She yanked her hand free, rubbing her reddened wrist.
I didn't argue. I pulled out my phone and dialed my assistant, holding her gaze.