The hearing was supposed to decide temporary support. Instead, it became the day Victor Hale’s empire began bleeding in public.
Grace submitted the partnership agreement, tax discrepancies, injury records, photographs, emails, vendor contracts, and audio transcripts. Each page landed like a shovel of dirt on the grave Victor had dug for me.
Legal
His lawyer requested a recess.
The judge granted ten minutes.
In the hallway, Victor cornered me near the vending machines. His face was red, his voice low.
“You think you’re smart?” he hissed. “You’ll destroy everything.”
“No,” I said. “You did that.”
Melissa stood behind him, no longer glamorous, just frightened. “Victor, what is she talking about? Federal investigation?”
