Attached to the back was a full audit from my CFO. It detailed every dinner Robert had expensed under “client relations” that had actually been intimate dates with Tiffany. Every flight upgrade. Every hotel suite. Every wire transfer to his mother’s personal checking account under the guise of “property management fees.”
Robert had signed it years ago, arrogant in his belief that I was too blindly in love to ever enforce it—or even remember it.
“That’s $1.8 million in fraudulent embezzlement, Mr. Miller,” the new owner said smoothly. “Your ex-wife didn’t just file for divorce. She filed a criminal referral with the district attorney’s office two hours ago. The police are likely on their way here right now to serve the arrest warrant.”
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Tiffany’s jaw dropped. She looked at Robert, then at his mother, the reality of the situation crashing over her like a tidal wave. “1.8 million? Robert, what is he talking about? You said you owned part of the company! You said you had shares!”
