Trevor’s voice returned, now laced with desperation. “You have no right to interfere in our lives! Whatever you think you know, it’s all lies!”

I sighed, saddened but determined. “Trevor, if you care about Madison at all, you’ll leave now. Because this is only the beginning. I have a lawyer ready to file charges, and I’ve shared everything with Madison’s friends and family.”

The line was silent for a moment, the tension stretching across the miles. I could picture Madison’s face, torn between disbelief and the harsh intrusion of truth. It pained me, but sometimes love meant doing the hard things.

“What about the beach house?” Trevor’s voice was quieter now, almost pleading.