The line fell into a suffocating silence. I could hear his ragged breathing.
“When did you investigate this?” he stammered. “You knew… you knew all along?”
“I gave you nine months,” I whispered, the exhaustion finally bleeding into my voice. “My entire pregnancy, I waited for you to exhibit a shred of humanity. Instead, you brought her into my delivery room. So, there is nothing to negotiate. Sign the papers, Julian. If you don’t, the court will simply rule in my favor anyway.”
“Do you hate me that much?” he choked out.
“It isn’t hate,” I replied truthfully. “It’s just not worth it anymore.”
I disconnected the call.
He didn’t know the worst of it yet. He thought this was merely a scorned woman’s financial revenge. He didn’t realize that my forensic accountants had dug deeper than the domestic embezzlement. They had traced a separate 1.5 million dollar wire transfer from a Vance subsidiary into a Cayman Islands shell company named Sunrise Capital Limited.
