My mother-in-law burst into my penthouse waving a stack of overdue notices and screamed, “Liam, your wife hasn’t paid the property management company in six months!

A calm female voice filled the kitchen.

“Olivia, I saw everything. Stay exactly where you are. Security is already on the way up, and I’ve contacted the police.”

Eleanor’s mouth fell open.

Liam’s face drained so quickly it almost looked theatrical.

“Mara?” he said.