On my wedding morning, I discovered my CFO fiancé had transferred the last $90,000 of my hotel's payroll reserve to his mistress. I called off the wedding and asked Adrian Cole, the man who had spent six years helping me build my hotel, to marry me instead. He agreed on one condition: I wouldn't use him as a weapon. But before the ink was even dry, my signature appeared on a forged $600,000 bridge loan and a share transfer agreement. My ex wanted my hotel, and he was using my own name to steal it. He thought he could destroy me. He forgot that as the owner, I had the one thing he ignored: the audit trail. I had until Friday to protect my hotel, my new husband, and my reputation. I wasn't just going to win. I was going to bill him for every single cent.