Bradley’s face went white.
Then another notification appeared.
Notice of Immediate Asset Freeze.
Soon, his cards stopped working. Brittany’s cards were declined. His banker confirmed the truth: a judge had frozen every account tied to Bradley, his companies, and family trusts.
The injunction had been filed by Harrison.
On my behalf.
Bradley called him in a rage.
Harrison’s voice was calm.
“My client kept records for three years. Misused marital funds, company money moved into real estate, transfers connected to your mistress. The IRS has been notified.”
Then he added, “You should go to your office. Federal investigators just arrived.”
By then, I was thirty thousand feet above the clouds with my children.
Connor slept against my shoulder. Madison stared out the window.
“Mommy,” she whispered, “are we going back to the loud house?”
I stroked her hair.
“No, sweetheart. We’re going to a quiet house with a garden.”
