That evening, I called Elena Moody, a divorce attorney I knew through the community. I told her everything Rachel had revealed. Elena instructed me to bring my appointment book and, most importantly, let Michael bring the paperwork before I showed him that I knew anything. On Friday afternoon, Michael arrived carrying a thick folder. Rachel remained in the Lexus outside, completely unaware. At 3:58, he placed the folder on my counter beside the notary certificate. “Diane?” he whispered. I smiled and opened it.”

Inside were documents transferring business liabilities, financial statements, and signatures that looked exactly like mine. Michael immediately began explaining that everything was temporary and supposedly meant to protect me financially. I asked one question: “Why did you tell Rachel your wife knew nothing about the money?” His face changed. He stopped talking. I told him nothing would be notarized and that my attorney would review every page. He demanded to know who had warned me, but I refused to answer. Then I told him to leave the documents and return after speaking with legal counsel.