documents.
“How much are we talking about?”
Marcus hesitated.
“About $640,000.”
I stared at him.
“Has the institute been informed?”
“Not yet.”
I leaned back slowly.
Daniel had not only betrayed the wrong wife.
He had apparently defrauded the wrong investor.
Meanwhile, he continued acting as though I were the problem.
Mutual friends started hearing that I had been “cold” and “emotionally unavailable.”
Daniel posted photographs with Vanessa and the twins.
Fresh start.
New chapter.
New beginnings.
Then he called me.
“My lawyer says you’re challenging the house settlement.”
“I’m challenging your calculations.”
“Emily, this bitterness isn’t helping.”
“I’m not bitter.”
“You’ve always wanted control.”
I glanced around my desk.
Fake invoices.
Bank statements.
Corporate records.
Emails.
Photographs.
“You’re right about one thing.”
“What?”
“I do like having things properly documented.”
A long silence followed.
Then Daniel laughed.
“Are you threatening me?”
“No.”
I closed the file.
“I’m inviting
