Chapter 3 - The Audit of Betrayal
I didn't stop at seizing his assets. I wanted to know exactly what I had been married to for three years. I ordered a full forensic audit of his former company's books.
What my accountants found was a masterclass in pathetic, petty fraud. The $150,000 debt wasn't from a bad business deal or a market downturn. Julian had been actively embezzling money from his own payroll accounts to fund an extravagant double life. He had rented Elena a luxury apartment downtown, bought her a car lease, and expensed high-end vacations to Cabo under the guise of "investor networking."
When the business inevitably ran out of cash to make payroll, he panicked and went to a predatory private lender. When he couldn't pay them back, he came crying to me, the quiet, wealthy wife he thought was too stupid to read a contract.
I sat in my beautifully reclaimed living room, sipping tea from my late husband's blue mug, and handed the audit report to Ruth.
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"Wire fraud, corporate embezzlement, and tax evasion," Ruth smiled, tapping the thick binder. "The IRS is going to have a field day with this. And since none of these funds were marital assets, you are completely shielded."
"Send it to the District Attorney," I ordered. "Let him face the consequences of his own ego."
