Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
“We do not have to do it this way, Clare,” Marcus said, stepping toward me. “We can settle this quietly between ourselves.”
“The settlement was reached in that room,” I said, stopping three feet away from him.
“You have the house back,” Marcus said, his voice dropping into the rapid, enthusiastic tone he used when pitching to new consulting clients. “You have the corporate shares. We can still salvage the business together. We can restructure the debt under your name and start fresh.”
He reached out to touch my arm, but I stepped back, my shoulder hitting the side mirror of my car.
“There is no starting fresh, Marcus,” I said.
“We built that company from nothing,” he said, rotating his signet ring. “We were a team. I made mistakes, yes, but it was all to keep us afloat.”
I looked at him, seeing the familiar lines of his face, the small scar near his temple from a childhood fall, the blue of his eyes that had once seemed so warm.
“I am not doing this to punish you, Marcus,” I said, my voice flat and even. “I am doing this to recover what you took.”
