Chapter 3 - The Art of War
I spent the entire night sleeping in a cheap motel on the outskirts of the city.
The physical pain in my face was nothing compared to the burning rage growing in my chest.
By dawn, I had a clear, ruthless plan to destroy every single member of that parasitic family.
I drove to the most expensive corporate law firm in the financial district.
I bypassed the receptionist and walked directly into the office of Marcus Vance, the most feared divorce attorney in the state.
Marcus looked at my bruised cheek and listened quietly as I explained the massive financial theft.
He quickly typed my husband's name into his private legal database.
A sharp, predatory smile slowly spread across the lawyer's face.
Marcus told me that Nathan was not just hiding my money in a random offshore account.
The funds were transferred to a shell company registered under Eleanor's maiden name.
I suddenly understood why Eleanor was so confident and cruel at the dinner table.
She thought she had successfully stolen my life savings and secured her family's future.
Marcus handed me a printed document showing the shell company's recent transactions.
Eleanor had used my stolen money to purchase a multi-million dollar commercial property downtown.
I asked Marcus how we were going to get the money back.
Marcus simply chuckled and said we were not going to ask for the money back.
He explained that the property Eleanor bought was secretly built on highly toxic, contaminated soil.
The environmental cleanup fines were going to cost ten times more than the property was actually worth.
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And the official signature on the commercial lease did not belong to Eleanor.
It belonged to Vanessa's influential charity foundation.
