By 10:00 AM, federal financial crime investigators and local authorities had arrived. There were no dramatic wrestling matches—just cold, formal questions, evidence holds, and the swift execution of asset freezes.
Eva handed Eric a thick manila envelope. “These are your formal divorce papers, along with a criminal complaint for grand larceny, forgery, and identity theft.”
Eric stared at me, his face pale and hollow. “You reported your own husband?”
“I protected my life from a man who tried to destroy it while I was on a plane.”
Eleanor limped over, her arrogance entirely gone. “Clara, please… if this goes to court, Richard will lose his company, and Sarah could lose her house!”
I held her gaze without flinching. “On Saturday morning, you were drinking champagne over the prospect of me losing mine.”
“Eric was desperate!” she sobbed.
“So was I,” I said, “when I was lying on my bathroom floor listening to you parcel out my home.”
