PART 2:
For one frozen second, I could not move.
He was using my wellbeing as an excuse to force his way into my home.
But Harrison had made one serious mistake.
He thought I was alone.
I wasn’t.
I was already dressed, sitting in my office, in the middle of a live video meeting with the executive board of Northbridge Capital, the investment firm where I worked as a senior partner.
Eight people were watching me on screen.
Eight people heard the drill.
Eight people saw my face change.
I took a slow breath, turned my webcam toward the hallway, and let the meeting continue recording.
If Harrison wanted to create a scene, I was going to make sure he had the right audience.
The lock broke.
The door flew open.
Harrison stepped inside as if he still owned the space, as if the divorce papers meant nothing, as if I were still someone he could corner and correct.
Then he saw the camera.
He stopped.
Behind my laptop screen, one of my partners said quietly, “Claire, are you safe?”
Harrison’s face drained.
I looked directly at him.
“You should answer that,” I said. “You’re the one who broke in.”
Patricia gasped. “This is a family matter.”
I kept my voice calm.
“No. This is my home. And none of you are family anymore.”
By the time building security arrived, the board recording had already been saved to the company’s protected server.
By the time the police arrived, Harrison was sweating through his expensive suit.
Part 3 and the full ending are coming soon. 
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