Chapter 5 - The Forgery
That night, I didn't sleep. The realization that he had tried to steal my son's inheritance was a line he could never cross back from.
Rebecca arrived at the house at dawn, her face grave. "It’s worse than we thought, Claire. The forgery isn't just on the trust. It’s on the property deeds, the life insurance beneficiaries, and the medical proxies."
He had been planning this for years, a slow-motion erasure of our existence. If I hadn't followed him to that hotel, if I hadn't trusted my gut, we would have been destitute within months.
"We have to go public," I said. "Not just with the fraud, but with the forgery."
"If we do that," Rebecca warned, "this goes from a civil case to a criminal one. Daniel will go to prison."
I thought of Noah, playing with his blocks in the other room. I thought of the man I had loved who had turned into a monster for the sake of a mistress and a ego-trip.
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"Let him go to prison," I said. "He made his choice."
We began to prepare the documents. We didn't just have the accounting data now; we had the proof of his intent. We had the smoking gun.
