From my bed in the burn unit, I worked around the clock with my trustee, private investigators, and a team of top-tier forensic accountants.

Every dollar they’d tried to steal left a glowing, undeniable trail.

Samuel had used my company as collateral for secret personal loans, funded his mistress’s luxury apartment, and bribed a disgraced doctor to write false notes describing me as chronically delusional.

Then came the twist he never saw coming.

The “business partner” on the receiving end of his frantic, illegal calls was actually an undercover federal investigator with the Financial Crimes Division.

I’d contacted the Attorney General three months earlier, after discovering that Samuel was laundering enormous amounts of money through local charitable foundations.