And unlike them, I wasn’t interested in starting a fight.
I was going to end one.
I didn’t rush it.
That’s the thing about revenge.
The best kind doesn’t come from fury.
It comes from clarity.
First, I met with someone I trusted, an old college friend named Hannah, who worked in accounting.
We sat at a coffee shop, and I laid everything out.
She scanned through the documents, frowning deeper with every page.
“Felix, this is bad. If your dad’s been moving money like this through your name, it’s not just unethical. It could technically qualify as tax evasion, depending on what he reported.”
My stomach tightened.
“Could it affect me legally?”
“Potentially, yeah,” she said. “But you’ve got proof you didn’t authorize any of it. These records show the withdrawals came from his IP address and his office location. You’re clear, but he isn’t.”
