Seeing me holding my newborn in worn-out clothes, my grandfather frowned. “Wasn’t $582,000 a month enough?” He asked. I replied calmly, “i never received a single dollar.” He froze, then immediately picked up his phone and called his lawyers.

“No,” I said. “I have bank records, forged authorizations, shell accounts, fake payments, and messages discussing how long I could survive before breaking.”

The room went cold.

Adrian stared at the drive as if it might explode.

My grandfather’s voice dropped. “Explain.”

So I did.

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