For the first time, David had no prepared answer.
“Karen has secured the evidence,” I continued. “Our children will hear the truth from me tonight—not from you.”
Then I placed divorce papers on top of the folder.
“You don’t have to sign them here,” I said. “But this marriage is over.”
David stared at me.
I left enough cash to cover my half of the dinner, stood, and walked away.
He had planned to turn that restaurant into proof that I was unstable.
Instead, it became the place where his entire scheme collapsed.
But David was not ready to surrender.
Before I reached my car, he called our children and claimed I had suffered a serious emotional episode. He said I had become paranoid, accused him of stealing, and abandoned him in the middle of dinner.
Fortunately, I had already sent Emma and Ben a message asking them not to react until they saw my evidence.
