Chapter 12: The Lockout
I drove into our penthouse's driveway, burdened with empty boxes. It had been two weeks since I served Liam with divorce papers, and I was here to pick up some of my personal items and vital documents. The sooner I can cut ties with this place, the better.
As I reached the front door, a feeling of uneasiness settled over me. Something felt odd. I entered the same security code that we had used for years.
" Nothing happened".
I tried again, this time more carefully, but still nothing. The keypad blinked red, denying me entry to my own home.
"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, disbelief giving way to anger. Had Liam really changed the locks?
I fumbled for my phone, scrolling to Liam's number. It rang once, twice, three times before going to voicemail. "Liam," I hissed, not bothering to hide the venom in my voice. "I'm outside the house. You changed the code? Really? Call me back immediately. I need to get my things."
As I ended the call, my phone started to ring. For a minute, I thought Liam was calling back, but the screen showed an unfamiliar number.
"Hello?" I responded, my voice tense.
"Mrs. Ashton?" This is Sarah from the First National Bank. I'm calling to confirm your approval to close your joint accounts with Mr. Ashton. "Are you aware of the change?"