I scanned the first page, then the second, and my eyebrows lifted in shock by the third. “These numbers aren’t right at all.”

“No, they aren’t,” Kenneth replied grimly. “Keep reading those bank records.”

I stared at the investment statements and property disclosures, filled with columns of numbers. They told a completely different story than the one Connor had presented under oath during our divorce proceedings.

“How much did he hide?” I finally asked, looking up.

Kenneth sighed deeply. “Based on what my forensic accountants have found so far, it’s close to seven hundred thousand dollars.”

I blinked in sheer disbelief. “Seven hundred thousand?”

“Yes, close to it,” Kenneth confirmed.