Samuel, can I ask you something? Of course. Is your ex-wife Nicole? I sat down. Yes.
She came to my work, my jaw tightened. What did she say? She asked me if I was serious about you. Did she threaten you? No.
Did she touch you? No. What happened? She told me you still belonged with her. I stood up.
Where are you now? Home. Stay there. I'll come over. I grabbed my keys.
This wasn't about jealousy anymore. Nicole had crossed a line. I drove to Clare's apartment and stayed with her that evening. The next morning, I called Grant. I told him everything.
He listened carefully. Have you documented the messages? Yes. The calls? Yes.
The visit to your office? Yes. And now she contacted Clare? Yes. Grant was quiet for a moment, then stopped warning her verbally.
Everything from this point forward needs to be documented. What about a restraining order? If she continues, we'll pursue one. I nodded. That afternoon, I sent Nicole one final message.
Do not contact me, Clare, my workplace, or anyone connected to me again. Any further unwanted contact will be handled through my attorney. She replied almost immediately, "You're really going to do this to me? " I didn't answer. I blocked her again.
For the first time, I thought it might actually be over. I was wrong. Three nights later, someone started pounding on my front door. I already knew who it was. Nicole was standing outside, and this time she wasn't crying.
I didn't open the door. Nicole knocked again. Samuel. I stood several feet away, watching her through the window beside the door. She looked angry now.
Not heartbroken. Angry. You need to leave, I said through the closed door. Open the door. No, I just want to talk.
You've already been told not to come here. She stepped closer to the glass. You can't hide from me forever. I picked up my phone. I am not hiding.
I'm calling the police. Her expression changed. Samuel, don't. You need to leave. She stood there for another few seconds.
Then she said something that made my decision easy. If I can't have you back, I don't see why she should have you. I immediately called the police. Nicole heard me and walked back toward her car. I didn't follow her.
I didn't confront her. I stayed inside and waited. A few minutes later, headlights appeared at the end of the street. Two officers pulled up. Nicole was still sitting in her car.