“What’s this?”
“Petition for legal separation,” I said. “And notice that our joint accounts are frozen pending review of unauthorized transfers.”
His face went pale.
Diane stared at him. “What transfers?”
That was when his performance fell apart.
I continued. “The $42,000 you sent your mother. The $63,000 covering Kyle’s gambling debts. The business guarantee. The withdrawals labeled consulting expenses.”
Diane’s mouth dropped open. “You said that money was yours.”
Eric snapped, “Shut up.”
Kyle stepped forward. “You told me she agreed to the loan!”
“I never agreed to any of it.”
Maya said calmly, “Because several transfers came from accounts containing traceable inherited funds, we’ll be seeking reimbursement.”
Diane’s arrogance turned to panic. “We can pay you back.”
“With what?” Kyle muttered.
I looked at Eric.
“For years, you called me controlling because I checked statements. You made me feel guilty for protecting what my father left me.”
His voice cracked. “I can change.”
“You had that chance last night.”
He reached for my hand.
I stepped back.
