Meanwhile, I discovered hidden accounts in Nevada and shell corporations with vague descriptions that concealed financial movements, along with email drafts that attempted to frame my spending as erratic.
I did not confront Christopher, because confrontation would have warned him before I was ready.
Instead, I documented everything.
One weekend, while he played golf with investors, I installed a discreet audio recorder in his home office, and within days I captured a conversation that confirmed everything.
“I’ll file first,” he said confidently during a call. “She won’t see it coming, and we will frame it carefully so the judge questions her credibility from the beginning.”
I listened to that recording in my car near Pike Place Market while rain tapped steadily against the windshield, and after replaying it twice, I forwarded it to my attorney with a single message.
Proceed.
The first move I made was invisible.
An anonymous investment firm filed a lawsuit against one of Christopher’s Arizona developments, alleging breach of contract and freezing a significant portion of project capital.
When he came home that night, he was furious and pacing.