Chapter 8 - I Stopped Being Quiet
Dad wanted police involved immediately.
Rebecca agreed.
I did too.
But I also knew Eleanor.
She believed wealth was power only when it was hidden.
She thought my family would pay to avoid scandal.
That assumption became her weakness.
We did not go to the address alone.
We went with investigators.
Plainclothes security.
Rebecca.
And an attorney from the district attorney's office whom Dad had already contacted regarding the theft of corporate records.
The location was a private members club downtown.
Eleanor sat inside a small library with Gerald Pike.
The leather case rested between them.
She smiled when I entered.
Then her smile disappeared when Dad walked in behind me.
“You.”
Dad closed the door.
“Yes.”
Gerald stood.
“This meeting is privileged.”
Rebecca laughed softly.
“You stole a corporate trust document using a cloned security credential.”
“You may want to stop using legal words until your lawyer arrives.”
Eleanor looked at Dominic.
He had insisted on coming.
“Tell them.”
Dominic remained beside the door.
“No.”
Her face tightened.
“You ungrateful little fool.”
For the first time, my husband did not flinch.
“You used me.”
Eleanor stood.
“I built you.”
“No.”
“You controlled me.”
She stared at him.
Then she looked at me.
“You think this changes anything?”
“You married into our family under false pretenses.”
I almost admired the audacity.
“You spent three years calling me worthless because you thought I was poor.”
“Now you're angry because I wasn't?”
Her cheeks flushed.
“You concealed material financial information from your husband.”
Rebecca stepped forward.
“Separate family assets are not required to be disclosed as a condition of marriage.”
Eleanor ignored her.
“The child changes everything.”
There it was.
I placed both hands over my stomach.
“What exactly does my child change for you?”
She glanced at Gerald.
Too fast.
Rebecca noticed.
Dad noticed.
So did I.
Gerald reached toward the leather case.
An investigator stepped forward.
“Don't.”
His hand stopped.
Dad opened the case.
Inside was the trust amendment.
And another document.
One I had never seen.
A petition drafted in Dominic's name.
It alleged that I was mentally unstable.
Financially irresponsible.
And unfit to control inherited assets after childbirth.
At the bottom was a signature line.
Dominic Caldwell.
Unsigned.
I looked at my husband.
His face collapsed.
“I never saw that.”
Eleanor answered for him.
May you like
“You were supposed to sign it tomorrow.”
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