"My husband walked into our divorce hearing with his mistress on his arm, convinced he had already destroyed my life

But Jason wasn't finished.

On the third week of the trial, just before the defense was set to rest, Jason’s legal team threw a curveball. They produced a medical report from a Swiss clinic, claiming Jason had been diagnosed with an aggressive, early-onset neurological disorder that affected his cognitive functions and impulse control at the time of the incident.

"My client was not in his right mind, Your Honor," Sterling argued, presenting the documents. "The pressure of running a multi-billion-dollar corporation, combined with this undiagnosed neurological decay, created a state of extreme, involuntary mania. He is unfit to stand trial in a standard criminal court and should be remanded to a psychiatric facility for treatment."

Daniel leaned over to me. "It's a play for an insanity plea. If he gets into a private psychiatric clinic, his lawyers will have him out on 'supervised release' within two years."

"He's lying," I said, my blood running cold. "Jason doesn't have a neurological disorder. He’s as sane as you and me. He’s just a psychopath."

"We need to prove the Swiss medical reports are forged," Daniel said. "But the clinic is highly private. They won't release his records without a Swiss court order, which will take months."

"I don't need a Swiss court order," I said, a sudden realization washing over me. "I know the doctor who signed that report. Dr. Emil Vance. He’s the brother-in-law of Jason’s chief financial officer, who fled to Zurich last month."

I stood up, leaving the courtroom during the recess. I called the new head of Mitchell Medical's cybersecurity division, a brilliant young hacker named Leo whom I had hired to clean out the corporate servers.

"Leo," I said into the phone. "I need you to look into the personal offshore accounts of Dr. Emil Vance and Jason’s former CFO. Look for a wire transfer initiated within the last forty-eight hours."

Ten minutes later, my phone pinged with a PDF document.

It was a bank transfer receipt of four million dollars from a shell company registered in Panama, directly into Dr. Vance’s private account in Zurich. The memo line, written in a coded corporate shorthand, translated to: Consultation Services - J.M. Diagnosis.