The judge hesitated before touching it, as if he knew there was no turning back.
“What exactly is on it?” he asked.
Daniel forced a laugh.
“Probably fake evidence—another stunt—”
“Enough.”
He fell silent.
Victoria spoke calmly.
“It contains original data, transaction records… and private conversations.”
Vanessa stepped back.
“Conversations?”
Victoria looked at her.
“Yes. Yours too.”
Vanessa froze.
The device was connected. The screen lit up.
Files appeared.
Numbers. Code.
Then—
a video.
A bedroom.
Victoria’s home.
And there they were.
Daniel and Vanessa.
Laughing.
Drinking.
“In a few days I’ll kick her out,” Daniel said on screen. “She won’t see it coming.”
“And the kids?” Vanessa asked.
“I’ll take them. She has nothing.”
A quiet gasp filled the room.
“And the company?” she pressed.
Daniel smirked.
“It’s already mine. She has no idea what she signed.”
The judge paused the video.
Silence.
“Do you still deny this?” he asked.
Daniel was pale.
“That doesn’t prove anything illegal—”
“That’s not all,” Victoria said.
More files opened.
Transfers.
Millions.
Hidden accounts.
“He redirected company funds,” she said, “for personal use.”
Vanessa began shaking.
“I didn’t know—”
“You did,” Victoria said softly.
Then came audio.