he had bought a cheap burner phone, saved the number under my name in Becky’s contacts, and sent fake confirmation texts to his own wife to manipulate her into taking the trip.
Becky completely lost control, screaming and clawing at Marcus’s face in front of the detectives before turning her rage toward me, shrieking that I was nothing but a bitter, single woman jealous of her beautiful life.
That was when I placed my final forensic financial audit on the table.
Prepared by my risk assessment team, the report exposed their revolting financial reality:
While they constantly begged me for money and pushed their children onto free school lunch programs, Becky was spending $2,100 every month at luxury Buckhead spas and purchasing $4,000 designer handbags, while Marcus wasted $3,000 on illegal sports betting.
They had postponed nine-year-old Leo’s urgent dental surgery for six months just so they
