Everyone Asked What I Did to Bring Down My Husband’s Empire the Morning of His Wedding Rehearsal — It Was the Wrong Question; the Right One Was Ask What I Kept
What actually undoes a man like Roman is not a clever trap.
It is process — the grinding, patient machinery of law and accounting that he had spent his whole career treating as an obstacle to be bought around, and that turns, once it is pointed at you correctly, into something no amount of charm can stop.
We did not defeat Roman in a moment of genius.
We defeated him in the way you eat an empire, one documented bite at a time.
A subpoena here.