“That’s impossible…there’s money in that account…”Clara’s mind spun.Her knees almost gave way.
“Could I borrow your phone?Just to call the bank,”she pleaded.
With obvious reluctance,the woman pushed over the desk phone.
Clara dialed the bank’s service number from memory.
The polite but icy voice of the operator came through:“Hello,Ms.Winter.Our records show this account was temporarily frozen this afternoon at the request of your spouse,citing a property dispute.”
Spouse.Adrian Cole.
The world tilted.A ringing filled her ears.
He had thrown her out,taken her cat,humiliated her dignity—and now he was stripping away even the one thing that was wholly hers.
He meant to drive her to a dead end.
Clara snatched up the phone and dialed Adrian’s number.
It rang for a long time before it was answered—not by Adrian,but by Vanessa’s sharp,triumphant voice.
“Hello?Who’s this?Looking for Adrian?He’s in the shower—no time for you.”
Clara clenched her jaw,her voice trembling.“Vanessa,put Adrian on.How dare he freeze my card?That’s my money.”