The divorce process moved quickly.
Daniel’s lawyer attempted to portray me as emotional, revengeful, and unstable. He suggested that I lacked the knowledge to understand the company’s finances. He implied that my injuries had been accidental and that I had used the coffee incident to avoid financial obligations.
Then Rebecca placed the hospital photographs on the table.
Beside them, she placed the forged loan documents.
Then she played the kitchen recording.
Daniel’s attorney stopped interrupting.
The bank launched a separate investigation.
The IRS began examining Megan’s “consulting income.”
Two former customers came forward, alleging that Daniel had taken deposits for remodeling projects he never completed.
An employee at a title company admitted that she had notarized one of the papers without seeing me because Daniel was “a trusted local businessman.”
Trusted.
I kept thinking about that word.
People believed Daniel because he wore perfectly pressed shirts, remembered birthdays, opened doors in public, and spoke gently to elderly women at church.
