“What complaint?”
At that exact moment, I sat on the terrace of a beachfront villa in Malibu drinking coffee while waves crashed below.
My attorney appeared on my laptop screen.
“The board is panicking,” she said. “Richard asked if you’re okay.”
“I’m alive,” I answered quietly. “That’s enough.”
The affair humiliated me.
But it wasn’t why I left.
Six months earlier, I discovered irregularities inside company accounts.
Fake logistics contracts.
Shell corporations.
Missing funds routed through offshore accounts.
By the time I finished tracing everything, I uncovered nearly 94 million dollars in fraud.
And Vanessa’s digital approvals were all over the transactions.
They weren’t just sleeping together.
They were laundering money together.
Ethan planned to move the funds overseas, force a divorce, and leave me publicly humiliated while he started a new empire without me.
But he forgot something dangerous.
