“The numbers always get tired before liars do,” David noted. He also found that the primary name on the illegal entity wasn’t Dominic or Shane; it was my mother, Vera.
Dominic had used Vera as a scapegoat, making sure a woman stood between him and the federal authorities. I decided not to go to the police yet, wanting to let him walk into the courtroom trap first.
When the trial arrived, Dominic’s lawyer painted me as a cold, ambitious woman who neglected her marriage. Then came the demand for the company, the arrogant laugh, and the moment Judge Giddings read the trust clause.
“You drafted this yourself, Mr. Sterling,” the judge noted. “It says trust assets are exempt from division, and your wife moved the company into the trust an hour before signing.”
Dominic’s face went hollow as he realized his own legal language had just locked him out of my fortune. “You get nothing,” Judge Giddings declared with finality.
But Harrison wasn’t finished; he presented the evidence of the secret condo and the illegal kickbacks through Apex. He laid out the perjury from Dominic’s deposition, watching as the man’s career turned to ash.