I Signed Away Eight Million To Leave Him Chapter 13
Three days later, the court approved my request.
The order was clear.
For the next year, Graham was forbidden from coming near my residence or workplace, and forbidden from contacting me by phone, text, email, social media, or through a third party.
Any violation could lead to his arrest.
When the officer handed me the signed and sealed paperwork, I felt no triumph.
Only quiet.
Like a door that had been banging in the wind for three years had finally been shut and locked.
That same afternoon, the process server found Graham in Palm Beach.
My lawyer later told me that at first, he had assumed it was some kind of property dispute notice. He accepted it casually, even smiling.
The moment he saw my name and the words *restraining order*, he froze.
“She actually did this?”
That was the first thing he said.
He must never have imagined that I would hand our past over to a court.
And even less that this time, his name, his money, and his so-called feelings wouldn’t let him cross the line the law had drawn.
That evening, Mrs. Beatrice called me.
I stared at her name for a long time before answering.