Driving by my son-in-law’s house, I decided to stop in. Saw my wife’s car at the gate—what was she doing here? Approached the window… heard something that left me stunned…

Plus talk recordings where plaintiff and rep discuss accusing defendant of abuse for one-sided asset control. Room froze. Judge looked at us, then Emily.

Emergency relief hearing denied. Divorce case consideration postponed one month. Both parties to provide full reports on accounts, assets, correspondence, actions last 12 months.

He banged gavel. I exhaled deeply. They wanted victim play, but forgot.

Docs and facts speak louder than tears. Two days later, Matthew Rudnick called. Michael, news.

Found second apartment on Michigan Avenue. Titled to straw person, but paid from Miller’s card. And get this, currently occupied by woman registered as their child’s nanny.

The one Sarah doesn’t trust. I tensed. What? Suspect apartment bought for future move.

Possibly planned to take your granddaughter and start new life on your dime. I stood, went to window. City hummed as always.

People lived their lives. And my fist clenched. Not just for me, for daughter.

They wanted to steal her family. Paint me tyrant. Then slowly erase me from her life.

I grabbed phone. «Matthew, connect custody lawyer. Review all Sarah’s docs, who has access, who’s listed.

If one paper hints manipulation, we file.» He got it wordless. War to new level.

Now protecting not just property. Protecting daughter. Morning, I stopped by Sarah’s.

She opened in robe, eyes red from lack of sleep. «Hi, Dad. Come in.»

Just FYI, David didn’t stay over. I nodded. Apartment quiet, granddaughter at daycare.

Kitchen—cups, cereal box, blanket on chair. Home still on habits. «How are you?» I asked. Tough.

I. Feel everything collapsing. Mom not responding. David acts normal, but I know him, he’s pale, nervous.

«Dad, can you honestly tell me what’s happening?» I sat across, palms on table. «Okay. I’ll tell.»

I told all, calmly, no emotion. About accounts. Eavesdropping.

Plot. Attempt to paint me abuser. How didn’t want to use her, my daughter, to justify moral pressure.

Their quiet apartment on Michigan Avenue. Her eyes glassed. She listened, silent.

This. True? I pulled copies, statements, audio snippet, camera photo of David and Emily leaving that apartment, laughing, carrying bags. Mom, with him, she covered face with hands.

I didn’t rush. Sometimes silence better than words. They wanted to take my daughter.

Whispered she. Through court? Wanted to set ground. You’re too smart to play their rules.

So obstacle, needed neutralizing. She lifted head. I’ll file for divorce.

And custody. Let them review. Let them try prove trustworthy with child. I didn’t interfere.

Her decision. And I saw in her the same strength I once had. Daughter who won’t be crushed.

Two days later, Miller’s lawyer got subpoena for client funds mishandling case. Two subs confirmed ready to testify. Bar set hearing end of month…