“Wow, that was fast.” Vindication, triumph, and relief rioted through her veins along with a healthy dose of shock. “He accepted all our terms?”

“All of them. He signed over the deed to the house, the retirement accounts, everything.”

She coughed out an incredulous laugh, then swiped at her face. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Nina said gently, “It’s because you know there’s no miracle that will fix your broken marriage.”

“I guess. I already knew it, but this makes it more real.” She leaned back in her seat and stared sightlessly out the window. “Mostly I feel relieved, and I’m still really angry.”

“That might take some time to process. For now, try to celebrate. You’ve got him by the balls, and he knows it. And you know what’s worse for him? He knows we know it. He’ll be out of the house by the end of next week, and you can take possession next Saturday. I’m headed to the courthouse, so I’ll get this filed this afternoon. You’re on your way, Molly.”

“Thank you for everything.”

After they disconnected, she sat for several more minutes with her phone in one hand. Then she called Josiah.

He picked up on the third ring. “Molly.”

“You’re still an asshole.”

“You’re still Captain Obvious,” he replied. He sounded busy and annoyed. “Still angry over that stupid kiss?”

She clenched her free hand on the steering wheel. It still stung that it had meant nothing to him.

What the hell, she thought. I put one man on a hook today. Might as well try for another one. In a steady, cold voice, she said, “So you think kissing me is stupid?”

The change in atmosphere was almost electric. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Isn’t it?” She imagined each syllable like an ice pick driving into his skin. “You made it abundantly clear on Monday how you only kissed me to get me riled.”

The intensity on the other end increased until she felt like her ear might start to sizzle. He bit out, “That is not what I said.”

“It’s exactly what you said,” she snapped. “You kissed me to rile me up. You wanted to make me do what you wanted me to do. You manipulated me—again. And maybe you only manhandled me a little, but what makes you think a little is acceptable? Then you got condescending when you talked about tolerating me because I dared to respond with outrage. So yeah, I’m still angry, and I don’t know when or if I’m going to forgive you. And I certainly don’t know if I’m going to trust you again.”