“Did he tell you he had permission to sign my name?”
Another silence.
“He said spouses sign for each other all the time.”
“We were divorced that morning.”
“I know that now.”
Her voice cracked at the edges. Not enough to make me pity her, but enough to show the fantasy had begun to leak.
Then she said the sentence that changed everything.
“He told me you were still paying because you owed him after hiding assets.”
My eyes opened.
Margaret looked up immediately.
My father, who had been standing near the window, turned around.
“What assets?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Vanessa said quickly. “He said he had proof. He said once the settlement finalized, he would get more money out of you. He said last night was just a preview.”
A preview.
For months, Daniel had fought aggressively during the divorce, accusing me of hiding income, undervaluing the company, and manipulating accounts. Every claim had failed under review because my books were clean. I had thought he was only trying to scare me into paying more.
Now I understood he had been building a story.
If he could make it appear that I was still funding his lifestyle after the divorce, if he could blur the boundaries between personal and corporate accounts, if he could create confusion around card access and account permission, perhaps he thought he could reopen parts of the settlement. Or maybe he simply wanted one final feast on my name before the doors closed permanently.
Either way, he had miscalculated.
