At my son’s wedding in Seattle, the bride looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Starting tomorrow, you’re no longer part of this family. I’m the boss now—not you.” I smiled, walked away like it didn’t hurt, and canceled the $80,000 I’d promised for their first home—right there at the reception, while the music was still playing.

Amanda was arrested Thursday morning at her job. It was a marketing company she’d only started working at three months before. The embarrassment of being walked out in handcuffs was—Thomas told me later—devastating to her carefully built image.

She made bail by the afternoon. Her mother, Barbara, posted the $40,000 bond.

But the damage was done.

The charges were serious: identity theft, forgery, attempted fraud. The prosecutor added charges of domestic financial abuse. And when Steven Wright and Marcus Lee heard about the arrest, they came forward with their own evidence. They asked for their cases against her to be reopened.

Amanda tried to contact Daniel over and over—calls, texts, emails.

He blocked all of them.

She showed up at my house twice. The second time, police were there and she was served with a restraining order.

“This is your fault!” she screamed at me from the street. “You destroyed my life. You turned him against me!”