“You directed the transfer of four point two million dollars from the Carter Holdings domestic account directly into the Zurich holding account.”

Richard’s face paled, the subtle color draining from his cheeks.

“This was done three days before the court-appointed receiver took control of Daniel’s company,” I said.

“You helped your son strip the business bare so there would be nothing left for me to claim in the divorce.”

“You were never entitled to that money,” Richard whispered.

“I gave up my own family inheritance to fund Daniel’s first warehouse,” I said.

I stepped closer to the desk, ignoring the distance he was trying to keep between us.

“I signed the personal guarantees that kept your family’s name out of the bankruptcy courts five years ago.”

The rain outside seemed to slow, turning into a steady, rhythmic tap against the glass.

“Every dollar in those offshore accounts belongs to the marital estate,” I said.

“And every transfer you authorized was a violation of federal bank fraud laws.”

Richard looked at the printed emails, his hand slowly rising to touch his collar.