Chapter 5 - The Financial ObliterationThe sun was setting by the time Cameron managed to drag his shattered body back down to the kitchen.
The shock had worn off, replaced by a cold, numbing panic. He needed money. He needed to find Sienna. He needed to fix this, to beg her for forgiveness, to make her understand that it was a mistake—a terrible, horrific misunderstanding.
He grabbed his laptop from the kitchen island, opened it, and tried to log into his primary business account.
Access Denied. Invalid Credentials.
"What?" Cameron muttered, frowning at the screen. He tried resetting his password via email. He clicked the link sent to his inbox, typed in a new password, and logged in.
The dashboard loaded.
Cameron’s eyes bulged out of his head. His breath caught in his throat.
The corporate checking account—the primary account for his construction firm, Vance Builders—was sitting at a neat, perfectly balanced $0.00.
"No, no, no, no!" he screamed, frantically clicking over to the savings account.
Gone. All of it. Fifty thousand dollars transferred twenty-four minutes ago via wire transfer to an account ending in numbers he didn't recognize.
He clicked over to their joint personal account. Empty.
He clicked over to the credit card portal. Every single card—mastercard, visa, business line of credit—showed a status of Account Closed by Primary Holder.
Sienna wasn't just his wife. She was also the legally registered Chief Financial Officer and co-owner of Vance Builders. Her name was on every single corporate document, every bank signature card, and every asset registration.
She hadn't just packed a bag and left. She had systematically, legally, and utterly obliterated his entire financial existence in less than forty-eight hours.
His phone buzzed on the counter. It wasn't a call. It was a push notification from his corporate email.
Cameron’s trembling hand clicked open the notification. It was a PDF attachment from a law firm downtown: Sterling & Miller Attorneys at Law.
He opened the document. His eyes scanned the legal jargon, the words burning themselves into his brain:
NOTICE OF PENDING LITIGATION & ASSET FREEZE
To: Cameron Vance From: Legal Counsel for Sienna Vance
Take notice that our client, Sienna Vance, has initiated formal proceedings for divorce, full division of marital assets, and a civil suit for wrongful negligence and emotional distress resulting in the preventable wrongful death of minor child Leo Vance.
Furthermore, pursuant to Section 4B of the corporate partnership agreement, all company assets held under Vance Builders have been legally seized and transferred to sole receivership pending court settlement due to documented gross financial and personal negligence.
Cameron fell back against the counter, knocking over a stray glass container. It shattered on the floor—the second broken glass in that kitchen in three days.
"She... she took everything," he whispered, staring blankly at the wall. "My company. My money. My son. My wife."
And then, his phone rang.
It was an unknown number. With a desperate flicker of hope, thinking it might be Sienna calling to talk sense into him, he swiped answer and pressed the phone to his ear.
"Sienna?!" he gasped. "Sienna, please! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! Please come back, we can fix this—"
"Mr. Cameron Vance?" a deep, cold, authoritative voice interrupted him.
Cameron froze. "Yes? Who is this?"
"This is Detective Miller, City Police Department, Special Investigations Division," the voice barked through the speaker. "We have received a formal complaint and preliminary forensic report from Dr. Harrison at Mercy General Hospital regarding the death of minor child Leo Vance, alongside documented evidence of domestic endangerment and gross negligence."
Cameron’s heart stopped beating.
"Mr. Vance," Detective Miller continued, his voice dripping with absolute contempt. "Are you currently at your primary residence on Maple Street?"
"I... I..." Cameron stammered, his legs turning to jelly.
"Stay right where you are, Mr. Vance. Do not leave the property. Officers are currently en route to your location with a warrant for your arrest."
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The line went dead.
