He reached into his leather briefcase and pulled out a thick blue folder.

“We aren’t waiting anymore,” he said, tapping the folder.

“What is that?” I asked.

“The emergency motion,” Robert said. “We are filing it tonight.”

He laid the documents out on the table, smoothing the pages with his hand.

“Armed with the forensic bank statements we pulled from the offshore accounts, and Vanessa’s signed affidavit, we have him cornered.”

“What does the motion ask for?” I asked, looking at the dense legal text.

“Full ownership of the family home in the city,” Robert said.

“And the company?”

“We are asking the court to freeze his voting shares and restructure the assets of Mercer Development,” Robert explained.

“We have proof of his systematic dissipation of marital assets through those shell companies.”

“The court will grant an injunction to preserve what is left.”

“Will it be enough to stop him?” I asked, my eyes drifting back to my phone.

“With Vanessa’s testimony, yes,” Robert said. “She has detailed how he used her name on the Cayman accounts.”

He slid a pen across the table to me.