I stood.
“Goodbye, Andrew.”
I left the check untouched.
Outside, paparazzi waited. Gloria must have tipped them off to capture my humiliation. Andrew’s mistress, Sabrina, sat in his car reapplying lip gloss, offering me a pitying smile.
I slid into a private sedan instead.
Then I pulled out the burner phone I had hidden for three years and called Victor, my contact at a private bank in Zurich.
“The divorce is finalized,” I said calmly. “Execute the trigger clause. Freeze all accounts. Corporate and personal.”
“Authorization code?” Victor asked.
“Phoenix Rising 1987.”
Moments later, $212 million was locked.
Andrew had no idea that five years earlier, his father, Richard, had quietly made me trustee of a blind family trust holding 80% voting control of the company. If Andrew ever filed for divorce or committed infidelity, I had the legal right to freeze everything.
Richard had known his son.
I watched Andrew leave the courthouse laughing. He hugged his mother, kissed Sabrina, and drove toward Manhattan’s newest ultra-luxury tower.
I told Victor to set immediate transaction alerts.
Less than an hour later, Andrew attempted a $5 million down payment on a penthouse.
Declined.
He tried again.
Declined.