They weren’t mine.
Someone had forged my name.
Beneath the signatures appeared Logan’s company account number.
For months, he’d transferred money through accounts tied to our marriage while planning his departure.
He wasn’t merely leaving me.
He intended to leave me responsible for the consequences.
I turned to Dana.
“What happens now?”
She closed the folder.
“Now you stop protecting him.”
For the first time, I understood that revenge wasn’t necessary.
I needed documented truth Logan couldn’t erase.
We copied everything: messages, financial records, forged documents, transfers, and legal filings.
