Security stepped between us instantly.
Megan’s face crumpled, but not from guilt — from fear. “Andrew, you said she’d never find out.”
He shot her a look that could have burned glass.
“You’re recording us? That’s illegal,” he snapped at me.
“Actually,” I replied, “it’s perfectly admissible when it involves financial fraud connected to my company.”
I let the silence stretch.
“You stole from me,” I continued. “You married someone else while still married to me. And you used my assets to fund your little fantasy.”
Megan found her voice. “We love each other.”
I looked at her steadily. “Then you should have built your life without my money.”
Andrew’s mask shattered. “You think you’re untouchable because of your inheritance? Without your father’s company, you’d be nothing.”
The words might have wounded me yesterday.
Today, they felt like confirmation.
“I built that company into a global operation after my father passed,” I said quietly. “While you played CEO with my capital.”
Marcus stepped forward with a folder.
“Mrs. Hayes,” he said formally, “the forensic audit confirms unauthorized transfers totaling $3.8 million over eighteen months. Shell vendors, inflated invoices, personal expenditures.”