Five years after our divorce, I ran into my ex-husband at my cousin’s wedding.

The heavy double doors of the executive conference room opened slowly.

Walking into the room were not bank officers or wire transfer managers. Walking into the room were four federal agents dressed in dark suits, led by Special Agent Vance of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, alongside two armed SEC enforcement officers.

Marcus scrambled out of his chair, his face turning a sickly shade of grey. "What is this?! What’s going on?!"

Special Agent Vance pulled a pristine leather folder from his briefcase and laid it on the table directly in front of Marcus.

"Marcus Mercer," Agent Vance announced calmly. "You are under arrest for federal wire fraud, tax evasion, bank fraud, arson conspiracy, and grand larceny."

"Arson?! Tax evasion?!" Marcus shrieked, backing away toward the glass windows, looking frantically at his attorney. "Arthur! Tell them this is a mistake! Tell them!"

His CFO, Arthur, was already sitting with his hands folded in his lap, looking down at the table in complete, terrified silence. He had been quietly cut a immunity deal by federal prosecutors two hours ago.

"It’s over, Marcus," I said, standing up from my seat and looking down at him with zero emotion. "Did you really think I didn't back up your private server before you kicked me out five years ago?"

Marcus’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. "The... the black drive?" he whispered, his voice trembling so violently he could barely articulate the words. "You... you kept it?"

"I kept every single line of code, every illegal offshore transfer, and every record of the $300,000 you stole from our joint account," I said clearly. "You thought you were a genius, Marcus. But every dollar you built your 'empire' on was stolen from me, from your investors, and from the government."

"Evelyn... please!" Marcus suddenly dropped to his knees right there on the executive carpet, tears spilling over his cheeks as he reached out toward me, exactly as he had five years ago—except this time, he was the one begging. "Evelyn, we were married! We shared a life! Please don't do this to me! Tell Julian to drop the charges! I’ll give you back the $300,000! I’ll give you half the company!"

Julian immediately stepped in front of me, his massive frame completely blocking Marcus from my view.

"Don't you dare speak to my wife," Julian growled, his voice carrying the terrifying weight of a man who could crush Marcus with a single phone call. "You took everything from her when she was at her weakest. Now, you’re going to give back every single cent you stole—with interest."

Agent Vance stepped forward, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from his belt.