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. \u201cDiane?\u201d he whispered. I smiled and opened it.”<\/p>\n
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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: \u201cWhy did you tell Rachel your wife knew nothing about the money?\u201d 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.<\/p>\n
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