“That does not change the law.”
A voice came from behind him.
“Daniel?”
He turned. A man in a gray suit stood nearby holding a thick envelope. My attorney had confirmed Daniel’s flight and arranged for a process server to meet him in the terminal. It was a public place with a verified arrival time, leaving him no opportunity to avoid the papers.
“Are you Daniel?” the man repeated.
Daniel’s face lost color.
“Yes.”
The man handed him the envelope.
“You have been served.”
Claire looked between them.
“Served with what?”
I answered before Daniel could.
“My divorce filing, emergency financial orders, and notice that the bank has been informed about the mortgage documents carrying a forged signature.”
Daniel spun toward me.
“You arranged this here?”
“No,” I said calmly. “You arranged this when you signed my name to a second mortgage and used the money to finance your cruise.”
Claire went still.
“What mortgage?”
