Construction contracts.
Government development grants.
Private investors.
And money from my father’s trust.
My father’s trust.
Ryan had been stealing from the family trust I had inherited.
For years.
I looked at Daniel.
“Can we freeze it?”
“We already did.”
I exhaled.
“Good.”
“And Addison?”
“Yes?”
“This is now bigger than divorce.”
I knew.
“Federal?”
“Potentially.”
I stared at Ryan’s name on the screen.
For the first time, I felt something other than anger.
I felt relief.
Because the truth was finally bigger than his lies.
Two weeks later, federal investigators entered Vance Development.
News cameras surrounded the building.
Employees stood outside watching.
Ryan arrived in a black SUV.
He stepped out.
Agents approached.
“Mr. Vance.”
He froze.
“Yes?”
“We need to speak with you.”
“About what?”
“Financial misconduct.”
His face went white.
“My attorney—”
“You’ll have an opportunity to contact him.”
He looked around.
Cameras were everywhere.
