Turning my private room in the burn unit into a makeshift command center, I worked tirelessly with my personal trustee, a team of private investigators, and a bulldog forensic accountant.

Every single stolen dollar left a digital footprint.

We methodically tracked how Daniel had fraudulently used my flagship company’s stock as collateral to secure massive, secret offshore loans.

We uncovered the luxury downtown penthouse he was secretly funding for a twenty-four-year-old mistress.

We even found the digital paper trail proving he’d heavily bribed a morally bankrupt private psychiatrist to write falsified notes describing me as a “delusional paranoid schizophrenic.”

Then came the masterstroke—the grand reveal Daniel never saw coming.