I was a forensic accountant.

By Saturday afternoon, Daniel finally remembered he had a wife in the hospital.

Not enough to visit.

Just enough to send a message.

Mom thinks you owe her an apology for making her birthday stressful.

I handed the phone to my father.

Dad’s jaw tightened.

“Do you want me to destroy him?”

“No,” I said. “I want him to destroy himself.”

For months, I had been reviewing our finances because the numbers stopped making sense.

Daniel earned a strong salary as a senior acquisitions manager at Hale Capital, but our savings continued disappearing.

He blamed the mortgage.

He blamed baby expenses.

The truth was sitting inside a folder on my encrypted laptop.

Seventeen transfers.

A total of $86,400.

All moved from our joint account into an LLC controlled by Vanessa.

Daniel had also used an electronic copy of my signature to guarantee a $240,000 business loan for her struggling luxury-event company.

And the worst part?

The application listed my inherited condominium as collateral.

My condominium.

I discovered the forged guarantee eleven days before going into labor.

I planned to confront him after the baby arrived.

I wanted evidence.

Not accusations.

Now I had both.

I called my attorney, Rachel Kim.

“Freeze whatever we legally can,” I said. “Dispute the guarantee. Prepare the separation petition. Document every transfer.”

“You’re certain?”

I looked at Noah sleeping beside me.

“Yes.”

Meanwhile, Daniel became even more confident.