Chapter 7 - The EvidenceThe USB drive contained surveillance footage.
My house.
My bedroom.
My office.
My father's study.
Months of recordings.
Someone had been watching me.
There was footage of Derek entering my office at night.
Footage of Victor accessing my files.
Footage of Kayla copying documents.
And then there was the night of my fifth anniversary.
The footage showed Victor entering the house at 9:12 p.m.
He approached me while I was unconscious.
He took my phone.
He opened my financial documents.
He attempted the transfer.
At 9:47, the fraudulent power of attorney was signed.
At 9:52, he opened my father's research files.
At 10:03, he left.
Kayla followed.
Derek remained.
At 10:11, Derek looked at me.
He walked over.
He touched my shaved head.
Then he whispered:
“I'm sorry.”
That was the first time I believed he regretted it.
But regret came too late.
The evidence was overwhelming.
Victor was charged with multiple felonies.
Derek faced fraud, conspiracy, and financial crimes.
Kayla cooperated and accepted a reduced sentence.
The divorce proceeded.
Derek's attorneys tried to negotiate.
I refused.
Not because I wanted revenge.
Because I wanted accountability.
The court ultimately awarded me the house and protected my separate assets.
Derek lost his position.
His reputation collapsed.
His friends disappeared.
The life he had built around money disappeared almost overnight.
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Mine didn't.
Because mine had never been built around him.
