backward. The property was legally, solely mine. His “receipts” meant nothing against clear title and a recorded confession that the entire arrangement was a fraud he’d planned in advance.
My father’s attorneys handled the divorce, and it was not a negotiation so much as a demolition. Grayson had confessed, on tape, to marrying me under false pretenses with intent to commit fraud. That recording didn’t just protect the apartment — it detonated any claim Grayson had to anything, and it raised questions his own lawyers went pale trying to answer. A
