“They took the bait, file everything now,” I typed.
Her reply came almost instantly. “Perfect, I will also proceed with the criminal complaint.”
I sat in my car without starting the engine and reread her message several times, not because I did not understand it but because the reality of the moment felt heavier than I had imagined. I had never planned a dramatic confrontation or emotional revenge, I had prepared a defense, and Andrew had just completed it for me.
It had started three months earlier when a tax advisor accidentally sent me an invoice meant for another company, and the tax number led back to a renovation business owned by one of Andrew’s friends. The contact email attached to it belonged to Denise, which immediately raised red flags I could not ignore.
I began reviewing our finances quietly without alerting anyone, and I discovered split transfers from our joint account along with payments to suppliers that did not exist. I also found short term rentals disguised as business expenses and a draft contract attempting to sell our house using a forged version of my signature.
