“I know about Marcus,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I know about the legal petition, and I know exactly what you were trying to do.”
David tried to deflect, his tone turning cold. “Whatever you took from my desk isn’t going to hold up. You’re misinterpreting this.”
“I didn’t rely on your desk,” I answered quietly. “Marcus has already provided a sworn statement to my attorney detailing the payments and your requests. You can handle this quietly through divorce proceedings, or it can go directly to court.”
I stood up, placed payment for my dinner on the table, and walked out into the evening air.
I had walked into that restaurant as the target of an elaborate deception, but I walked out completely in control of my future. My assets were protected, my name was clear, and for the first time in over twenty years, I was moving forward on my own terms.
