Funny, how useful the objective truth becomes when cruel people forget it’s always watching.

“You… you recorded us in our own home?” Daniel whispered, the gravity of his exposure finally crushing the breath out of him.

“You performed beautifully,” I said, without sympathy. “A masterclass in domestic tyranny.”

His panic metastasized into one last surge of anger. “You planned this! You ruined me!”

“No, Daniel.” I stepped closer, invading his space, forcing him to look down into my eyes. “I financed you. I protected you from the consequences of your own catastrophic decisions.

I covered your hidden debts. I paid your mother’s allowance so she wouldn’t embarrass you. I saved Crestview Renovations from bankruptcy—not once, but twice.”