Because I had already seen the truth.
Two weeks earlier, I’d watched him get into a car with another woman. After that, I stopped reacting and started collecting evidence. With my attorney, I built a record—hidden accounts, disguised transfers, suspicious expenses, and a carefully constructed narrative he thought would never be challenged.
By the time he served those papers, I already had everything secured.
Still, he believed I was cornered.
“You think you’re more capable than you are,” he told me later.
I answered simply, “I’m not leaving tonight.”
And then I added, “You should call your lawyer.”
That night, he did.
The next morning, I met my attorney, Evelyn Cross, in her office downtown. She reviewed everything quickly and said, “He made a critical mistake. He assumed discovery would help him.”
By midday, Grant’s legal team learned the truth: my income, my assets, and the extent of what I had documented.
