Chapter 4 - THE COUNTER-STRIKE
Monday morning, I sat in David’s office with a renewed sense of purpose. I slid the printed photographs of the text messages across the desk.
David’s eyebrows shot up. “This is… devastating. It’s premeditated fraud, adultery, and given the assault on your mother, we have grounds for criminal charges as well.”
“I don’t just want to divorce him, David,” I said, my voice steady and cold. “I want to ruin him. I want every single penny back, and I want him to look me in the eye when he realizes he’s lost.”
David leaned back, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Well then, Sarah. Let’s set a trap.”
We filed an emergency ex parte motion with a sympathetic judge, presenting the evidence of imminent financial flight. Within twenty-four hours, the judge quietly froze all of Brandon’s domestic accounts, as well as the joint accounts. But we didn't stop there. David hired a forensic investigator who traced the Cayman LLC directly to a shell company in Chloe's name.
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Meanwhile, Brandon was blissfully unaware. He texted me that afternoon, playing the role of the aggrieved husband. “Sarah, I think we need to meet. We need to discuss dividing the assets. I’m willing to be generous, even after what your mother did.”
The audacity was staggering. I typed my reply carefully. “Okay. Let’s meet at the apartment on Wednesday at noon. Have the separation papers ready.”
