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The manila folder felt heavy in my hands as I stood in the doorway of Harborview Restaurant, watching Brandon laugh with Vanessa across the candlelit table. They hadn't seen me yet. His hand covered hers, his thumb tracing circles on her skin in a gesture I remembered from our early dating years. The champagne bottle between them was nearly empty, celebration evident in their relaxed postures and bright smiles. I walked forward, my heels clicking against the marble floor with a confidence I didn't entirely feel. Brandon's eyes found mine first. The color drained from his face before he quickly composed himself into that smooth expression he wore during difficult client meetings. Vanessa turned, her smile freezing into something polite and uncertain. Before we jump back in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you! I reached their table and set the folder down between the champagne flutes and half-eaten appetizers. The sound it made was soft, almost gentle, contradicting the earthquake about to happen. Congratulations on your fresh start, I said, my voice steady despite my racing heart. I thought you might want to see what eighteen years really cost you. Brandon's hand moved toward the folder, then hesitated. What is this, Nicole? Another one of your dramatic scenes? Just open it, I replied, pulling out the chair across from them and sitting down uninvited. The waiter started to approach but read the tension and retreated. I want to see your face when you realize what you've actually done. His fingers, those same fingers that had signed our marriage certificate, slid the folder open. I watched his expression shift as he processed the first document. Confusion gave way to disbelief, then something approaching fear. Vanessa leaned in to look, her perfectly manicured hand flying to her mouth. This can't be real, Brandon whispered, his voice cracking on the last word. The forensic accountant was very thorough, I said. Every transaction, every shell company, every fraudulent report. It's all documented. DISCLAIMER: The stories shared on this channel are fictional and created just for entertainment. Any similarity to real events, people, or situations is purely accidental. These stories are not intended to reflect or refer to real-life occurrences, individuals, or organizations.