I got up, grabbed my bag, and told him we’d talk to the lawyers.

That night I didn’t sleep at home. I went to a nearby hotel and, from my bed, checked his emails: bank statements, contracts, old messages. Daniel had trusted his control too much.

The next morning I called Maria Collins, a lawyer who had been recommended to me. I told her everything precisely: dates, amounts, companies. We had signed a prenuptial agreement years before, but Daniel managed joint investments through a company where I was listed as a co-founder. He thought I would never check the books. He was wrong.

That same week, his “mistress,” Sophie Lang, appeared on our social media as a “consultant.” Too visible. Too fast. Daniel was rushing an ending he believed would be favorable. Meanwhile, I gathered evidence, kept copies, and requested internal audits. I wasn’t seeking rev:e:nge; I was seeking justice and clarity.