“The original physical stock certificates,” I replied. “And the second set of books showing the embezzled funds Jared transferred to Courtney’s personal shell company.”

Courtney gasped, her eyes widening as she looked around the room for support.

No one met her gaze.

“That is a lie,” Courtney stammered, her voice shaking. “Jared promised me those funds were part of my consulting contract.”

“There is no contract,” I said, looking directly at her. “There is only a paper trail of fraud.”

The chairman looked at the board members, then back to me.

“If this is true, Shelby, Jared’s shares are forfeit under the company’s moral turpitude clause,” he said.

“They are,” I said. “And as his legal spouse, I am moving to seize those shares immediately as part of our divorce filing.”

The room was silent for a long moment.

“We need to vote,” the chairman said.

Every hand at the table went up in favor of my proposal.

Two weeks later, I sat in a sterile conference room on the twelfth floor of the family court building.

My attorney, Arthur, laid out a thick stack of blue-bound documents on the table.