Chapter 3

The next morning, I showed up at Mandy's office right on time.

Mandy looked over the video and the financial transfer records I brought, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Angela, you're bold, but this was highly risky," she pointed at the transfer records.

"Moving this $150,000 could be used against you in court."

"I know," I nodded.

"But if I didn't move it, the moment he suspects something, I won't get a single dime."

"If he can secretly father a child behind my back, he can easily launder all of our money."

Mandy gave me an appreciative look. "You're incredibly sharp. What are your demands?"

"First, a divorce."

"Second, sole custody of Alice."

"Third, the assets."

I pulled out the founders' equity agreement I had kept locked in my safe for years.

"FutureCraft's starting capital of $100,000 was entirely funded by my pre-marital assets."

"Here is the agreement, signed and thumbprinted by both of us."

"My demand is to reclaim my 49% shares or their equivalent cash value."

"As for our joint marital assets, since he's the cheating party, I want seventy percent."

Mandy's eyes lit up as she scanned the agreement. "This agreement... is it authentic?"

"Absolutely."

"And what about the dividends Robert paid you over the years?"

"None," I laughed bitterly.

"He said the company was in a growth phase and needed capital. He asked me to be understanding."

"I only got a so-called household allowance of $2,000 a month, and I had to show him the receipts."

Mandy's face darkened. "What a scumbag."

"Angela, with this agreement, we hold a massive upper hand."

"The only hurdle is proving that the initial $100,000 came solely from you, and figuring out how to liquidate that 49% share."

"I kept the bank transfer records from back then," I said.

"As for liquidating... I don't just want the money. I want the company."

Mandy was stunned. "You want the company?"

"Yes," I said, my gaze steady.

"From the core idea to the business model, I designed FutureCraft. He was just the executor. Now that he's betrayed me, I'm taking back what's mine."

"That's going to be hard," Mandy said. "He's the legal owner and holds a 51% stake."

"Even if we prove your equity, you're only the second-largest shareholder. You won't have decision-making power."

"No," I shook my head. "He doesn't just hold 51%."

I opened my phone and showed Mandy the report Coleman's team had sent me overnight.

"To dilute my shares, Robert ran two rounds of funding over the past two years."

"But in reality, the investors were shell companies he registered himself. The money used came from our joint marital savings."

"He used our money to buy shares in our company, making himself a 70% majority shareholder."

Mandy gasped as she read the report. "This man is ruthless. He calculated everything."

"So, Mandy," I looked at her.

"I want to sue him for embezzlement and asset dissipation."

"I want him to spit out every single share he illegally acquired."

"Once he does, I will hold 49%, and he'll be left with less than 30%. Who do you think will control the company then?"

Mandy's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Angela, you are the most brilliant client I have ever represented."

"I am going to win this case for you beautifully."

"I only have one request."

"Go ahead."

"I want to deliver the fatal blow when he least expects it, right at his peak of glory."

Mandy smiled. "Message received."