She Forced Me Out Of My Own Lake House—And Triggered A Reckoning

across the courthouse hallway—twenty feet of linoleum that might as well have been a canyon.

“Are you happy now?” he asked, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

“No, Marcus. I’m not happy. I didn’t want any of this.”

“You could have dropped the charges. You could have worked it out privately. You could have been the bigger person.”

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