“These documents are confidential,” he said, his voice losing some of its firm edge. “They are not admissible in a domestic court.”

“My lawyers aren’t going to file them in the family court first,” I said.

“Where are they going, then?” he asked.

“To the federal prosecutor’s office in Manhattan,” I said.

Richard’s head snapped up, his eyes wide.

“You wouldn’t,” he said.

“They have a treaty with Switzerland for cases involving tax evasion and grand larceny,” I said.

“It will ruin this family,” he said, his voice rising for the first time. “It will destroy everything we built.”

“Daniel destroyed it when he decided to treat me like an inconvenience to be discarded,” I said.

I reached out and closed the blue folder, leaving it on the desk.

“You helped him do it because you couldn’t stand the thought of a woman owning a share of your legacy.”

Richard took a step toward me, his hand reaching out as if to grab the folder back.

I did not flinch or move away.

“If you touch me, Richard, the police will be here in five minutes,” I said.