My Husband Divorced Me At 78, Taking Our $4.5 Million House: “You’ll Never See The Grandkids Again.” He Laughed, I Left. A Month Later, An Unknown Number Called Me: “Ma’am, There’s Been An Urgent Situation Involving Your Husband…”

Then I said, “Douglas, I hope you kept a copy of everything your father told you to say, because if this reaches court, the jury will want to understand the full picture of how Harold communicated with his family during these proceedings.”

The line went very quiet.

“I’m not threatening you,” I said. “I’m informing you. There’s a difference.”

He didn’t call again after that.

Not for a long time.

The court hearing on the injunction was held in mid-March. Harold appeared in person, the first time I had seen him since the original hearing. He looked well, slightly thinner, but well. He sat with Franklin Tate and two other attorneys and did not look at me once during the proceeding. The judge reviewed the exhibits, heard arguments from both sides, and maintained the injunction. It was not a final ruling. The full hearing on the fraud motion was scheduled for September, but maintaining the injunction was significant. It meant the court took our case seriously enough to preserve the status quo.

When we left the courthouse, Harold passed within five feet of me in the corridor. He still didn’t look at me. I noticed his hands were clenched.

Clare walked me to my car.