Carl leaned back, frowning. “You want a divor:ce?”

“Yes. But not just that.” I opened my bag and slid a folder across his desk.

Inside were property deeds, account statements, and a power of attorney Claire never updated after we married. She had no idea I’d restructured the business under a trust last year.

Carl flipped through the papers, his brows climbing higher. “You’ve already moved everything.”

“Everything,” I confirmed. “The company, the savings, the house. She thinks she owns half but she doesn’t.”