Because inside that envelope, along with the petition to end our marriage, was a complete forensic package, assembled to my professional standard.

High-resolution copies of Wendy’s fraudulent vendor invoices.

Records of the wire transfers, totaling one hundred eighty-six thousand, four hundred dollars, moved out of the company into accounts she controlled.

Screenshots of the text threads in which Luca himself approved the unauthorized payments, in his own words, on his own phone.

And one page, highlighted, from the family company’s operating agreement — the clause that turned all of it from a private family shame into an actionable breach of fiduciary duty.

It was, I will say without false modesty, a beautiful piece of work.