“If you want dinner, lick it off the floor!” My son-in-law mocked me after knocking my plate down, while making a toast at dinner. I stood up, adjusted my coat, and said three words that left him completely terrified!

“You used me?”

Victor turned toward her instantly.

“Don’t be stupid. Everything I did was for us.”

“No,” I said quietly. “Everything you did was for yourself.”

He lunged toward the table, but one of the officers stepped forward immediately.

My attorney continued calmly.

“Mrs. Hale’s trust has already filed civil claims to recover losses. Your business accounts have been frozen pending investigation. Your largest investor withdrew this morning. Your licensing board received evidence earlier today.”

Victor’s face drained white.

“You can’t do this,” he whispered.

I glanced toward the faint stain still visible on the marble floor where my dinner had fallen the night before.

“I did something worse,” I replied.