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“Of me doing something Robert could use against me.” Harlow’s eyes flashed with anger. “I want to press charges.”

“So do I.” David placed a light hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “Throw the book at him. What’s the guy’s name?”

“Dwight Skinner.”

Furious, Harlow sped into the house and made a beeline for her room where she promptly dialed Robert’s cell phone number.

As expected, the call went directly to voicemail. “Hello, Robert. Dwight Skinner was caught trespassing on my father’s property and is being taken down to the Mackinac Island police department to be booked. Good luck getting those photos of me you wanted.”

Harlow could feel a hot heat creep up her neck. He had done it. Robert had pushed her over the edge. “The next time you hear from me will be through my attorney.”

She ended the call and promptly dialed Nigel’s cell phone number.

“Hello, Harlow.”

“Hello, Mr. Beckworth. I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Not at all. I’m getting ready to board my plane. Did you forget something?”

“Robert hired someone to snoop on me and take pictures.”

“He thinks you’re lying about your injury?”

“Maybe. Who knows with him. The police caught a man Robert hired trespassing here at Wynn Harbor Inn. I’ve made my decision. I would like to file for divorce.”

“I see. I’ll have my associate’s office in California proceed with the paperwork.”

Harlow thanked him. She ended the call and tossed her phone on the bed.

Knock. Knock. “Hey, Harlow. Are you okay?” Her father’s concerned voice echoed from the other side of the closed door.

She crossed the room and opened it. David, Vic, Lottie and Aunt Birdie stood on the other side, their faces all mirroring the same somber expression.

“I’m livid, but otherwise fine.”

“Are you sure?” Aunt Birdie asked.

“Positive. For a minute, I thought maybe…I thought maybe Robert and I could go in for marriage counseling to figure out what went wrong. But now…can you believe it? He’s spying on me, digging up dirt so he can try to take me to the cleaners.”

“I don’t know your husband,” Lottie said. “But I know you. You’re a good person, Harlow Wynn. Unfortunately, good people tend to get taken advantage of.”

“As Harlow knows, I’m not a fan of Robert Barbetz. I never have been, not from the moment I met him,” Vic said. “I hate to say it, but he’s been using you. Now that he has a new up-and-coming star under his wing, he’s gearing up and getting ready to move on.”

She briefly closed her eyes. “Deep down I’ve known things weren’t right between us. Him sending in a spy is the last straw.”

“This too shall pass,” Aunt Birdie said. “Your father, Lottie, Eryn, Vic…we’re all here to help you weather this storm.”

David hugged his daughter. “You can count on it.”

The end.