Chapter 6 - DEREK LOST HIS JOB BECAUSE HIS EMPLOYER LOOKED AT HIS RECORDS, NOT BECAUSE I CALLED ANYONE
The internet version later said:
Avery destroyed his career.
False.
I did not contact Derek’s employer first.
Their audit began before Vegas.
A client questioned an expense.
The internal finance team checked.
Then another.
Then travel.
By the time my legal issues touched them, Derek was already on administrative leave.
Their investigators requested records from us through proper channels when relevant.
We responded.
That was all.
The final company report was not public in full.
I saw portions through legal discovery.
Several expenses had legitimate explanations.
That mattered.
One hotel was for business.
One expensive dinner actually included clients despite receipt problem.
Some charges were miscategorized, not fraudulent.
But others were personal.
A weekend hotel with Paige claimed under client-development budget.
Meals.
Transportation.
A conference registration for event he never attended.
Total improper or unsupported amount substantiated:
less than sensational rumors.
Enough.
His employer terminated him for policy violations, false certifications, and undisclosed relationship with subordinate that created conflict under company rules.
Not because cheating was immoral.
Because corporate rules.
Derek called me through attorney channel after termination.
Not direct.
Message:
Your cooperation with their investigation destroyed fifteen years of work.
I responded through counsel:
I provided records after lawful requests.
Nothing more.
Then he tried a different angle.
You know how hard I worked.
That hurt.
Because he had.
Derek was not lazy.
He was ambitious.
Talented in sales.
Good with clients.
That made choices worse, not less.
He did not need cheat expense system.
He wanted maintain life he believed success required.
My therapist, Dr. Helen Moore, asked:
“Why does his career loss bother you?”
“Because I supported it.”
“How?”
“Everything.”
“Suits.”
“Networking.”
“Car.”
“I revised presentations.”
“I introduced clients.”
“So?”
“It feels like my work disappeared too.”
There.
I had invested in Derek like asset.
Not intentionally.
But emotionally.
When his career fell, I lost sunk cost.
Helen said:
“People are not portfolios.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Do you wish he kept job?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because then I wouldn’t wonder if I pushed domino.”
“Did you?”
“No.”
“Say it.”
“His employer investigated him.”
“Again.”
“I didn’t make submissions.”
“Again.”
“I didn’t make expense reports.”
Better.
Still, accountability did not feel like victory.
The same month, my own firm promoted me.
I almost rejected.
Why?
Optics.
People might say I benefited while Derek fell.
Helen laughed.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“You’re refusing career opportunity because ex-husband violated company policy?”
When framed like that, ridiculous.
I accepted.
Director of Portfolio Risk.
More responsibility.
More money.
First day, my boss, Martin Chen, said:
“You have permission not to be invincible.”
I stared.
“Is that HR language?”
“No.”
“It’s colleague language.”
I nearly cried.
Work became stabilizer but I watched old pattern.
Overfunction.
Fix.
Stay late because personal life hurts.
I did not want repeat.
I left by seven more often.
Joined Pilates.
Terrible.
Kept going.
Lauren insisted on Friday dinners.
No spreadsheets allowed.
She enforced.
One Friday my phone buzzed at 2:43 a.m.
Security alert from work.
My heart slammed.
I sat upright.
Sweating.
No Derek.
Just system.
That was when I realized body had memorized time.
2:43 belonged to betrayal.
Helen called it conditioned trigger.
We worked.
No dramatic cure.
Months.
I stopped sleeping with phone on nightstand.
Then returned eventually.
The divorce discovery continued.
Derek’s hidden debt.
Employer resolution.
Credit case.
House.
Paige had disappeared from my life.
Then she sent one message:
I’m moving out of Denver. I sent everything relevant to attorneys. I’m sorry again.
I replied:
Take care.
Done.
Lauren asked:
“You don’t hate her?”
“I don’t want coffee.”
“That isn’t answer.”
“I don’t have energy.”
Good.
Derek tried blaming Paige publicly among friends.
“She manipulated me.”
Friends sent screenshots.
I did not respond.
One friend, Aaron, called.
“He says she pressured wedding.”
“Why telling?”
“I thought you should know.”
“No.”
Silence.
“What?”
“I don’t need social updates.”
Aaron apologized.
I set rule.
No Derek gossip.
Legal facts only.
That helped.
My life had been invaded enough.
I did not need every bad date after.
Then credit investigation reached turning point.
Forensic examiner recovered earlier versions of authorization PDF from Derek’s laptop backup.
A draft without signature.
Then version with signature image inserted.
File history associated with Derek’s user account.
Could someone else use account?
Possible.
But paired with emails and Paige message, case strengthened.
Derek’s attorney opened settlement discussions with investigators/prosecutors.
I did not control.
I submitted victim impact/financial statement where needed.
No funds disbursed, so financial loss limited to legal costs, credit monitoring, time.
Attempts matter.
Still not movie.
Months later Derek accepted responsibility for certain financial conduct, including submitting/causing submission of financing materials without my valid authorization and using copied signature representation improperly.
Exact legal resolution included restitution for direct costs, probation/restrictions and penalties? Source says "legal penalties and restrictions" not necessarily prison. Let's keep no prison to align. He avoided incarceration under negotiated resolution, given no funds disbursed and other factors, but faced probation, restitution, and record. Fine.
When I heard, relief.
Not joy.
Lauren asked:
“Was hoping prison?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“Why good?”
“Because I want this over more than I want him suffering.”
That was first time I knew revenge no longer drove.
Maybe it never had.
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The one word “Perfect” sounded ruthless.
It was clarity, not curse.
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