hours, she filed for divorce and requested emergency financial restrictions based on possible offshore transfers of marital money.
A judge temporarily prohibited either of us from selling, transferring, concealing, or encumbering major marital assets.
I obeyed completely.
That mattered.
David had spent years doing what pleased him and providing explanations afterward.
I refused to become like him.
Everything removed from the house belonged to me or Lily, or had been explicitly approved by counsel.
We photographed each item.
Catalogued everything.
Recorded every box.
Meanwhile, Nathan continued investigating.
Thursday afternoon, he called.
“Sarah, are you alone?”
I was sitting on Lily’s bedroom floor sorting school papers.
“Yes.”
“I need you to come to Margaret’s office.”
My stomach tightened.
“Why?”
“Because this is no longer just a divorce matter.”
Two hours later, Nathan laid a yellow legal pad before me.
He’d identified eighteen transfers exceeding $6.4 million over four years.
Some
