Unfortunately for him, I kept meticulous records.
That signature wasn’t mine.
My lawyer had spent the past week securing evidence and preparing the appropriate filings.
Tonight, however, they were about to expose their intentions themselves.
Patricia raised her chin.
“Claire, since you’re clearly incapable of behaving like a proper wife, Daniel and I have decided you need to stop interfering in family financial decisions.”
I nearly laughed.
“We have?”
Daniel stepped closer.
“Mom’s right. You’ve been controlling everything for too long.”
“Interesting.”
He pulled out a folder.
“I’ve spoken to someone about reorganizing the company. Brittany deserves a partnership.”
Several family members nodded approvingly.
Brittany beamed.
“Finally! I’ve already ordered the restaurant signs.”
I glanced toward his folder.
“You’re announcing ownership of my company at a dinner I paid for?”
Daniel smirked.
“Marriage means sharing, Claire.”
“Then perhaps you’d like to share something with everyone.”
I linked my laptop to the dining room television.
Patricia frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing the family the complete financial picture.”
The television lit up.
First came the bank statements.
Next, the transfer records.
Then the falsified equipment agreement.
Brittany stopped smiling.
Daniel lunged toward my laptop.
“Turn that off!”
I shut the laptop lid.
But the television continued displaying the image through its wireless connection.
“There’s nothing confidential about explaining why I filed a police report concerning a forged signature,” I said.
Patricia stumbled backward.
“Police?”
“Yes. And the bank’s fraud department.”
Daniel’s face went gray.
“You wouldn’t.”
I looked straight at him.
“You watched your mother hit me. And your biggest concern was whether I’d embarrass her.”
His jaw clenched.
“You’re destroying this family over some stupid ribs!”
“No, Daniel.”
I brought up another document.
“You destroyed it when you tried to steal everything I built.”
Then I shared the second announcement.
Our house, which I’d purchased before marrying him and owned solely in my name, had never been his.
And his access to my company’s accounts had already been terminated.
## PART 3: THE PRICE OF TAKING EVERYTHING
Patricia stared at the television as if waiting for the figures to change.
“You can’t do this,” she whispered.
“I already have.”
Daniel struck the table with his palm.
“I’m your husband!”
“And that gave you permission to forge my signature?”
“It’s our money!”
I displayed the next document.
“Some of it was joint money. That’s why the bank is investigating the transfers rather than simply accepting my accusations. But these company assets have never belonged to you.”
Brittany suddenly interrupted.
“Daniel said you agreed!”
I faced her.
“Then you’ll have no problem showing investigators the agreement I supposedly signed.”
Her mouth opened, but she said nothing.
Patricia moved toward me.
