“I never told my wife’s family I owned the $15.9M company that paid their salaries. To them, I was just the “broke handyman” they loved to mock9360

My legal director looked up.

“How long has this been happening?”

I stared at the numbers.

“Years.”

He turned another page.

“There’s more.”

He put another document in front of me.

I read it.

Then read it again.

My stomach turned.

“What is this?”

“Transfer records.”

“How much?”

He hesitated.

“Approximately thirty-one million dollars.”

The room became silent.

Thirty-one million.

I leaned back in my chair.

For years, I had thought my family was taking advantage of my generosity.

I had been wrong.

They had built a system around it.

And I had helped them build it by refusing to look.

Then, at 2:44 in the morning, another alert appeared on my laptop.

SECURITY BREACH.

I clicked it.

Someone had entered the restricted archive.

The access code belonged to Claire.

I froze.

“Pull the camera.”

Our security director brought it up.

There she was.

Claire.

Behind her stood Bradley.

And behind him stood Martin.