“…then we need to act quickly. Let’s freeze the account immediately and start an investigation. You’ll need to contact a lawyer too. This is serious.”
I nodded, feeling a sense of determination override my earlier despair. I had already reached out to a lawyer on Rebecca’s advice, and the legal wheels were beginning to turn. Over the following weeks, the betrayal I had faced transformed into a legal battle. My son and his wife were served with court papers, and the façade of their perfect life began to crumble.
The courtroom was intimidating, with its wooden benches and stern-faced officials. My son stood at one end, refusing to meet my gaze, while his wife sat beside him, clutching her handbag like a lifeline. The judge entered, and proceedings began. The evidence was laid out meticulously—bank statements, recordings, and testimonies.
