My husband said he was going to Toronto for a two-year work assignment. I saw him off in tears. But the moment I got home, I transferred the entire $650,000 from our savings and filed for divorce.

That night, Mark video called me.

On the screen, he was in an unfamiliar room with floor-to-ceiling windows showing a city skyline at night.

“Hannah, look, this is my apartment in Toronto,” he said, panning the phone around. “Nice, right?”

I looked at the stylish apartment and sneered internally. This must be the condo he bought with our money.

“It’s very nice,” I said. “Are you living there alone?”

“Yep. A one-bedroom the company arranged for me,” he said with a smile. “It’s a bit empty, though. It would be perfect if you were here with me.”

I almost laughed.

He was probably living there with Claire and still putting on this act.

“When you come back, we’ll be together again,” I said.

“Yeah, I’ll miss you.”

After the call ended, I sat on the sofa in a daze. The man’s acting skills were incredible. If I hadn’t seen the proof with my own eyes, I might have been fooled for the rest of my life.

A week later, Kevin sent me a new report. It contained photos of Mark and Claire in Toronto. They were grocery shopping together, cooking together, taking walks together.

They looked like a newlywed couple.

There was also a photo of them at a real estate agency. Kevin’s note read: “They were looking at a house in Vancouver, planning to take out a mortgage in your husband’s company’s name.”

I saved all the photos as new evidence.

When Miss Davis saw them, she said, “With these, we can file a motion to freeze his assets to prevent him from transferring more property.”

“Please do,” I said.

“Don’t worry, Miss Miller.” Miss Davis said, “I will do everything in my power to get you the best possible outcome. Men like your husband need to pay for their actions.”

I nodded. Yes. He needed to pay.

Two weeks later, Mark received the court summons.

That night, he called me, his voice filled with rage.

“Hannah, are you insane? Why did you file for divorce?”

“Because I know about you and Claire,” I said calmly.

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.

“What? What are you talking about?” Mark’s voice was now laced with panic. “I don’t understand.”

“Stop pretending, Mark,” I sneered. “I know you’re not in Toronto for work. You’re living with Claire. I know you used our money to buy a condo there, and I know you never planned on coming back.”

“Hannah, listen to me. Let me explain—”

“No more explanations.” I cut him off. “I filed the papers. I’ll see you in court.”

“How dare you?” His voice rose. “You transferred the money from the joint account, didn’t you? That’s marital property. You had no right to do that.”

Mark finally dropped the act.

“Most of that money was my salary. What’s wrong with me taking it?” I retorted. “And what about you using marital property to buy a house in another country? Isn’t that hiding assets?”

Mark was silent.

“Hannah, you’ll regret this,” he said menacingly. “What do you think you’re going to get from this divorce? You’ll get nothing.”

“We’ll see about that,” I said, and hung up.

After the call, my hands were trembling.

Even though I was prepared for this, the actual confrontation was still painful.

In the following days, Mark constantly called and messaged me—sometimes begging for forgiveness, sometimes threatening me. I ignored all of it.

I focused all my energy on my work and the lawsuit.

Miss Davis was incredibly professional. She helped me prepare all the evidence: proof of Mark’s affair, proof of his asset transfer, and my salary records for the past five years.

“Miss Miller, you have a very strong case,” Miss Davis assured me. “Your husband is clearly at fault and has illegally transferred marital property. The court will almost certainly rule in your favor.”

“Thank you, Miss Davis.”

“You’re welcome. This is my job,” she said. “Stay strong. This will be over soon.”

I nodded. Yes. I had to be strong.

I was no longer the naïve girl from five years ago.

A month later, the court hearing took place.

Mark did not return to the country. He was represented by a lawyer.

The hearing went smoothly. Miss Davis presented all the evidence to the court.

Mark’s lawyer tried to argue that the photos were doctored and that the property purchase was an investment, but in the face of solid evidence, his arguments were weak.

The judge adjourned the court and announced that a verdict would be delivered at a later date.

Walking out of the courtroom, Miss Davis patted my shoulder. “You did great, Miss Miller. Now we just wait for the good news.”