Chapter 3 - The Paper Trail
By midnight, the house was silent. The boys were asleep, and Daniela and I sat at my kitchen island under the dim pendant lights. I had pulled my construction firm’s top forensic accountants off a commercial project and quietly redirected them to audit Fernanda’s trust. Daniela traced the forged signature on the custody petition. "She matched the slant of my handwriting perfectly," she whispered. I pulled up my laptop, logging into the hidden offshore ledgers my accountants had just decrypted. Monica wasn't just trying to steal the boys' future; she was drowning in her own present. The screen illuminated a massive web of gambling debts and leveraged assets. She didn't just want the twelve million—she desperately needed it to avoid prison.
