I felt a cold fury settle in my chest. Robert had been using my credit rating to purchase property for himself and his girlfriend, probably planning to transfer ownership after our divorce was finalized and I had no legal recourse.

“Emily, would you be willing to tell the lawyer about this conversation, too?”

“Will it help you keep Grandpa from taking all your money?”

“Yes, sweetheart. It will help a lot.”

That afternoon, Patricia Williams scheduled another interview with Emily, this time focusing specifically on any conversation she’d heard about property purchases or financial planning. Emily’s memory was remarkably detailed, providing dates, specific phrases, and context that painted a clear picture of systematic fraud.

“Emily, when Grandpa talked about using Grandma’s name on papers, did he explain why that was necessary?”

“He said Sharon had made some mistakes with money in the past, so they needed to be clever about how they bought things together.”

“Clever how?”

“By putting Grandma’s name on papers, even though Grandma didn’t know about it. Grandpa said it wasn’t lying. It was just being smart about legal stuff.”

Patricia looked at me with an expression that suggested Robert had provided enough documented evidence to build a criminal case, not just a divorce proceeding.

“Mrs. Gillian, your husband has been committing identity fraud by using your name and credit rating for purchases you didn’t authorize. This goes well beyond hiding marital assets.”

“What does that mean legally?”

“It means we’re going to request a full forensic accounting of every financial transaction he’s made in the past five years. And, Mrs. Gillian, we’re going to ask the court to award you significant damages for the financial fraud in addition to your rightful share of marital property.”

That evening, Jessica and I sat down with Emily to discuss what would happen when her testimony became part of the court proceedings.

“Emily, the judge is going to want to hear directly from you about the things you saw and heard. Are you okay with talking to a judge?”

“Will Grandpa be there?”

“Probably, but you’ll be talking to the judge, not to Grandpa. And Mommy and I will be there with you.”

“What if Grandpa gets really mad at me for telling the judge about his secrets?”

I knelt down to Emily’s eye level, taking her hands in mine.