Shock curdled into something cold. Something hard.
I yanked out my phone and dialed Olivia. But the voice that answered wasn't hers.
"Looking for Olivia?" Spencer Delgado. Dripping with smug satisfaction.
"Put her on."
"She's still sleeping." A lazy drawl. "Last night was... exhausting. I didn't let her get much rest, if you know what I mean."
My grip tightened until my knuckles went bone-white. "Wake her up. Now. What right does she have to sell my house?"
"Oh, that? My idea." A chuckle. "You trashed my shop. Ruined my business. Consider this compensation."
"Compensation?"
"Olivia feels guilty. Thinks she owes me." His voice turned silky. "So, to make it up to me, she sold the house. Gave me the proceeds."
Red crept into the edges of my vision. "Make him return the money." My voice shook. "That house is my premarital property. She had no legal right to sell it. That's fraud."
"Yeah, yeah."
The line went dead.
Before I could redial, hands shoved me through my own front door. I hit the pavement hard.
I was about to storm off—find Olivia, find Spencer, drag the money out of them myself—when my phone rang.
The doctor.