Camila looked at him with icy calm. “I hold a master’s in corporate finance from Columbia, and I worked in London for three years before I ever met you.”

“I put my career on hold because I believed our marriage deserved a fair chance. Don’t ever mistake my love for incompetence.”

Edwin opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Camila held up the physical Riverfront Towers contract. “This project never existed. It was an integrity audit built to catch you. You took leaked documents, offered bribes, and pledged assets that were never yours — all on money borrowed from dangerous lenders.”

In the front row, several senior managers bowed their heads. Others pulled out their phones to check whether their own names were in the fraud files.

Julian connected a second drive: the full forty-million-dollar theft, alongside the receipts for the Midtown penthouse.