Chapter 3 - Arthur’s Money
At first, I thought Marcus and Eleanor were stealing only from me.
Then Daniel found Arthur.
Not Arthur as recipient.
Arthur as source.
A separate set of transfers had moved out of one of his retirement investment accounts.
Total:
$118,400.
Over eighteen months.
Most went to Eleanor’s charitable organization, the Exemplary Women’s Guild.
Then portions flowed out again.
Into:
Bellamy & Crane.
Westlake Events.
Ivan’s personal account.
Layering.
Not sophisticated enough to fool forensic review.
Sophisticated enough to hide from a retired man who trusted his wife.
I called my attorney, Priya Shah.
Not police yet.
Not because I wanted secrecy.
Because we needed to distinguish:
marital spending,
authorized gifts,
possible fraud,
possible misuse of power of attorney.
“Does Eleanor have authority over Arthur’s accounts?” Priya asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Find out before accusing anyone.”
Arthur had given Eleanor limited power of attorney after heart surgery two years earlier.
For medical bills and routine household payments.
Did it cover investment withdrawals?
Probably not.
But “probably” was useless.
Priya obtained copy through Arthur’s own records after he gave permission.
It was limited.
No authority for gifts to herself.
No authority for transfers to unrelated third parties.
No authority for modifying beneficiary structure.
That changed tone.
I asked Arthur to meet privately.
He chose his old chambers at courthouse annex, now mostly used for mediation.
He arrived carrying leather folder.
“Is this about Eleanor?”
“Yes.”
“Or Marcus?”
“Both.”
His face hardened.
I showed him transactions.
He read slowly.
No theatrics.
No shaking hands.
Judge habits remained.
“Did you authorize these?”
“No.”
“This one?”
“No.”
“This charity donation?”
“I gave five thousand. Not twenty.”
Another.
“Did you authorize seventy thousand to Westlake?”
“No.”
He looked at me.
“How much?”
“Potentially over one hundred thousand from your account. We’re still tracing.”
Arthur removed glasses.
For first time, he looked old.
“What about your money?”
“Approximately three hundred fifty thousand questionable over three years.”
He closed eyes.
“Marcus?”
“Some approvals came from his devices.”
Arthur’s jaw tightened.
“You’re certain?”
“No.”
That surprised him.
“I’m certain the credentials were used. I’m not yet certain what he understood each time.”
He nodded.
“Good.”
He respected that.
Then:
“Why didn't you come to me immediately?”
“Because yesterday you had just discovered your wife with another man.”
He almost laughed.
“Believe me, Ximena, adultery is now the simpler issue.”
True.
Then he told me something about family finances.
Marcus had always been bad with money.
Not poor.
Irresponsible.
At twenty-four, he lost $70,000 day trading.
At twenty-eight, Arthur paid off credit-card debt.
Before our wedding, Marcus told me his parents had never financially supported him.
Lie.
Arthur had.
Repeatedly.
“Why?”
“Because I believed helping him once would stop him from needing help again.”
I understood that mistake.
Then Arthur showed me something.
Six months earlier, he noticed two unexplained withdrawals.
He confronted Eleanor.
She said Marcus needed short-term liquidity and would repay it.
Arthur demanded Marcus call him.
Marcus did.
“What did he say?”
“That he had borrowed money for a business opportunity.”
“Did he repay?”
“One payment. Ten thousand.”
Then nothing.
“So you knew he had taken some money.”
“Yes.”
“But not extent.”
“No.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
Arthur looked ashamed.
“Because I knew whose money funded most of his life.”
Mine.
He was protecting son.
Again.
Family loyalty buying time for misconduct.
Then Arthur said:
“There’s something else.”
He pulled a bank statement.
Three transfers from his account had gone into a company called Aster Holdings.
I recognized name.
It appeared in Daniel’s preliminary report.
Beneficial owner was hidden behind registered agent.
Arthur had already investigated.
He slid another document across table.
Aster Holdings' registered mailing address matched an apartment in downtown Miami.
Tenant:
Ivan Markovic.
I stared.
Arthur said:
“If Eleanor was funding him from my retirement, I need to know whether Marcus helped.”
Then he added:
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“And if my son knew his mother was stealing from his father while letting you pay for everything, I need to know why.”
Cliffhanger: Aster Holdings was not simply Ivan’s account—it owned a condominium purchased with money from both Ximena and Arthur.
