That evening, I sat in my office long after everyone else had left. The divorce papers were finalized, Landon’s access had been restricted, and the financial investigation was underway. Yet I felt as though I was only beginning to understand the person I had been married to for twelve years.

My father stopped by before leaving and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“You spent twelve years protecting his feelings,” he said. “It’s time you protected what you built.”

I looked at the documents spread across my desk. The $640,000 necklace had been the first warning, but the questionable $1.2 million payment request and the hundreds of thousands in suspicious expenditures suggested something much larger.

I no longer intended to defend myself against Landon’s version of events. I would preserve the evidence, follow the money, and allow the investigation to establish the truth.

Rebecca had warned me that the next discovery could change everything we understood about the financial activity. I didn’t know exactly what she had found yet.

But I was ready.

For twelve years, Landon had benefited from my trust. Now, for the first time, he would have to answer for what he had done.