“She told me those were vendor payments.”

“They weren’t.”

His face collapsed.

“How much?”

“Two hundred and thirty-seven thousand.”

He sat down.

For the first time, I didn’t rescue him.

I let the number hurt.

Madison arrived an hour later, furious.

“You had no right to dig into my finances.”

“You used company money.”

“It’s marital money.”

“It’s a corporation,” Eric said quietly.

She turned toward him. “Don’t start.”

He stood.

“No. You told me Dad was using us. You told me he never helped us. You told me I deserved his money.”

Madison’s expression hardened.

“And you do.”

I slid Eleanor’s letter across the table.

“Read it.”

Madison scanned it, then laughed.

“This changes nothing.”

“It changes everything,” Denise said from the doorway.

Madison spun around.

Denise explained the trust amendment, the false loan documentation, and the potential civil claims tied to the unauthorized transfers.

For once, Madison had no response.

The consequences came quickly.

Eric cut off her access to the company accounts and filed for divorce.