And I, the forensic accountant they’d convinced to stop working, had spent six months quietly documenting all of it.
That’s why the clause existed.
The clause that Julian buried under the custody agreement — the one waiving my right to “investigate several financial accounts belonging to the Vance family real estate company” — wasn’t standard divorce language.
It was panic.
Somewhere along the way, they’d realized I’d been looking. Maybe Julian noticed the tax files open. Maybe someone at the company flagged a records request. They didn’t know how much I had. But they knew enough to be afraid, and so they built a settlement whose real purpose wasn’t to take my children.
