Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(37)

“I think we’ve covered everything, Eva. You need to file the police report today. Take your phone with you. That’s your evidence. Do not delete a single text. I want you to inform them about last night’s events, too. Ewan’s physical aggression toward you is escalating. We have to put a stop to this now. You telling me today that you are scared, the fear you feel, and feeling threatened is more than enough for us to file a harassment warning. If he breaks that then it will be a harassment injunction we file. It stops today. No more.” Veronica cuts an invisible line through the air. “If we do that, I’m certain we will force Ewan’s hand to sign the papers. It normally works. Trust me, I have done this hundreds of times.”

She slides her reading glasses up into her auburn hair. “My job is to keep you and your family safe. I will do everything in my power to keep a roof over your head. But you will have to buy Ewan out. Or you sell it and split the house profits. It’s probably the cleanest path. And the path of least resistance for both of you. Foremost though, we need to get Ewan off your back, keep your boys secure, and ensure we get those divorce papers signed. I will contact Wilbert today to inform him I am taking over your case from here on out.”

A giant weight I didn’t know was holding me down unhinges itself from my shoulders, making me feel like a helium balloon.

Finally, someone is helping me. Finally, I feel like someone is fighting for me and my boys. I feel lighter. But…

Looking down, I twist my fingers in my lap. I don’t want to ask the next question. “There may be a slight problem.” I pinch an invisible inch between my fingers in the air. “I’m not sure I have the funds to afford you. How much am I looking at paying for all of this?”

“It’s all covered. I owe Knox a favor,” she states matter-of-factly as she stacks her notes into a neat pile on her desk.

“Excuse me?” I cough, flabbergasted.

“Whatever you need. Done. I’m here at your disposal. Fees? Covered.” She smiles, flashing her white teeth. “Like I said. Knox helped me out a few years ago. I owe him one. This is my repayment. He asked. I said yes.” She moves on, unaware of my astonishment. “Okay, great, it’s all settled. Drop me an email later. Let me know how it goes with the police. I need to read over your current divorce papers. Make sure they are kosher and you are getting what you are entitled to and if everything goes to plan, I reckon in four to six months, legally, you’ll be divorced.”

Veronica is nothing but efficient. She stands from her desk.

Four to six months. That’s a lot sooner than I expected. Although Ewan is a stubborn asshole.

I’m not convinced an injunction will change anything.

Sensing I’m dismissed, I stand from the black leather armchair, then grab my purse from the wooden oak floor. Everything about this place screams expensive.

It’s all covered.

I’m getting the best lawyer in town. For free.

I feel weak at the knees.

Holy shit. No one does this kind of thing for me. I am never lucky and push every hour of every single day at the moment.

“I’m very grateful, Veronica.” I feel a bubble of emotion in my throat. “Thank you for helping me.” I reach out to shake her hand. But she walks around the desk and encases me in a warm hug.

“You are very welcome, Eva. You’re not alone.”

Pulling back, I cough, clearing my throat to cover the tears I feel swimming in my eyes, simultaneously nodding my head up and down quickly.

Sensing my falling off a cliff state, Veronica says, “I know. There’s a lot going on. But I’ve got you. It’s all going to be okay. I promise.” She runs her hands up and down the tops of my arms and winks with a warm smile. “Email me later, okay?”

“Yeah.” I step toward the door.

Before leaving, I turn around on my heel. “Thank you, Veronica.”

She shoos me out the door with the back of hand. “Go on. Skedaddle before you get me started.”

I step out into the hallway. For the first time in months, I sense freedom is on its way.

Knox Black. I owe you big-time.





Getting into my new car, I quickly pull out my phone from my purse and write a text.

Me: Thank you for organizing Veronica.





I hum to myself, considering. Do I put a kiss on the end of my text? Nope. Leave it.

I press send.

I’m not sure he’ll reply, but I wait in my car, holding on to my phone, staring at it, as if waiting for him to jump through it.

Bubbles bounce across the screen, informing me he’s replying.

Excitement threads my veins.

Knox: You’re welcome.





Is that it? You’re welcome?

Me: I am very grateful.

Knox: I know.





I quickly check my calendar.

Me: I have you booked in for dance lessons on Wednesday evening at 5:30 p.m. Does that suit you?

Knox: Forget the lessons. Thanks though.





Huh?

Me: What do you mean forget the lessons?

Knox: I changed my mind. I don’t want them.





I fight hard not to scream out loud in the car. What the hell?

Me: You paid eighty thousand pounds to dance with me. You said that yourself.