“How much?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“Over the last three years, four point six million dollars,” Vance said.

He adjusted his glasses and looked at me with quiet pity.

“He purchased her Central Park South apartment through that shell company,” Vance said. “He also paid for her luxury travel, her jewelry, and a custom Porsche.”

“He embezzled from his own partners,” I said. “From the family firm my father built.”

“Yes,” Vance said. “And because Hayes Enterprises is a public partnership, this isn’t just a divorce issue.”

“It is a federal crime,” Arthur added from the corner of the room.

The paper felt heavy in my fingers as I stared at the bank routing numbers.

This was the leverage we needed.

Preston had underestimated me, thinking a remote wipe of a computer would silence the truth.

He did not know about the physical ledgers Daniel had saved from the hotel vault.

“We need to file this with the court immediately,” I said.

“We have to be careful, Claire,” Arthur warned. “If the board of Hayes Enterprises finds out, the stock will plummet before you can claim your share.”