The FBI Was Waiting When They Arrived

I had originally stayed quiet because investigators asked me not to alert him. But when Renata demanded that I finance another luxury week while serving as her unpaid assistant, something inside me finally snapped. I sent the investigators copies of the resort invoices, payment confirmations, and emails showing exactly who had paid for our trip. Those records helped establish that Corbin had been attempting to disguise additional personal expenses as business-related charitable travel.

When Renata entered the resort lobby, two federal agents were waiting near reception. Corbin barely made it past the front desk before they approached him. Renata started shouting that there had been a mistake, but the agents calmly separated them and began asking questions. My parents stood nearby in stunned silence while I watched from across the lobby, holding the room key for the oceanfront suite I had kept for myself.

I didn’t celebrate when Corbin was escorted away for further questioning. I simply checked into my room. Renata demanded that I fix everything, including her new flights and hotel bill. I told her I had spent months fighting for my life and was finished paying for people who treated me like hired help. Then I walked toward the elevator alone. For the first time since remission, surviving finally felt like the beginning of something.