“We were divorced that morning.”
Another silence.
Then Vanessa whispered:
“There’s something else.”
Teresa stopped writing.
I sat upright.
“What?”
“He said if you paid even one charge after the divorce, his lawyer could use it to reopen financial claims.”
The room went still.
My father slowly lifted his head.
“What did you just say?”
Vanessa repeated it.
And suddenly everything made sense.
The luxury dinner.
The extravagant spending.
The pressure.
The threats.
It was never about impressing Vanessa.
It was a trap.
If I approved even one charge, Michael planned to argue that financial ties still existed between us.
That company assets were still intertwined.
That I had hidden money.
He wasn’t angry.
He was hunting.
And because he was arrogant, he got careless.
That same afternoon Vanessa forwarded screenshots.
One message from Michael read:
As long as Mariana pays something after the divorce, my attorney can use it.
