He immediately hired an expensive attorney, convinced the company board I was emotionally unstable, and even accused me of kidnapping Noah.
Within two days, Vanessa had moved into our house.
She proudly posted photos online wearing the diamond necklace Daniel bought for her that morning.
The caption read:
Some women know how to keep a man.
I saved a screenshot.
It would become evidence later.
Daniel kept calling.
“You’re humiliating yourself,” he said during one conversation. “Come back, apologize, and maybe I’ll offer you a fair settlement.”
“A fair settlement funded with stolen money?”
He laughed.
“You’ve forgotten how business works.”
“I remember numbers.”
“You used to.”
His arrogance almost amused me.
While Daniel enjoyed his new life, Evelyn and I worked inside a private conference room at my father’s former investment company.
One by one, I traced every fake invoice, offshore transfer, and fabricated supplier contract.
The missing money exceeded four million dollars.
But the most damaging evidence wasn’t hidden inside bank statements.
It came directly from Daniel.
Years earlier, I had created automatic cloud backups for every device connected to our household.
Without paying attention, Daniel linked his company tablet to the system.
Every message he exchanged with Vanessa had quietly been copied ever since.
They discussed bribing inspectors.
They joked about destroying financial records.
They even planned to blame the missing money on a junior accountant named Luis Ortega.
Vanessa wrote:
Once Claire signs away her shares, everything belongs to us.
Daniel replied:
She always gives in.
