The Price of Hidden Assets and the Truth That Reopened My Divorce
Daniel had already begun his defense.
I dialed Robert’s number.
He answered on the second ring, his voice crisp and alert.
“I just saw the notice,” Robert said.
“He’s trying to pre-empt us,” I said, my voice tight as I stared at the email.
“He is backed into a corner,” Robert replied. “We knew he would lash out, but this is fast, even for him.”
I looked out at the ocean.
The gray clouds were still breaking, letting thin needles of sunlight hit the water.
Leaving this quiet place, even for a day, felt like stepping back into a cage.
“I have to go to the meeting,” I said.
“We both do,” Robert said. “If you don’t show up, they will take your absence as an admission of guilt.”
“I’ll pack a bag,” I said.
I called Rachel next.
“Can you watch Lily and Ethan tonight and tomorrow?” I asked.
“Of course,” Rachel said without hesitation. “Is Daniel trying something?”
“An emergency board meeting,” I said. “He is accusing me of taking the trust money.”