Isabella remained completely unmoved by his rage. “Your money went toward paying for the soul I put into our marriage, Tyler. What exactly happened out there?” Tyler let out a ragged, desperate breath, his anger collapsing into a frantic panic. “She lied to me, Isabella! Her entire luxury lifestyle conglomerate was a hollow, debt-ridden illusion! She targeted my firm because it was liquid, and her lawyers slipped joint-liability clauses into our merger contracts. When her creditors moved in today to seize my assets, they found out my small brokerage firm couldn’t cover the multi-million dollar debt!”
He slammed his fist against a table on the other end of the line. “They went looking for my real estate portfolio—the house, the commercial spaces—and found out they were all legally transferred to you months ago! Marissa was furious when she realized I didn’t actually own the estate I bragged about. She stripped what was left of my name, packed her bags, and fled the country, leaving me alone to face the bankruptcy courts and fraud charges! I need that money to fight this!”