Twenty minutes later, Ethan phoned.
I watched his name light up my screen before answering.
“Have you finished your tantrum?” he demanded.
“Yes.”
“Good. Get to the reception. People are asking questions.”
“I’m not coming.”
Silence followed.
Then I heard Vanessa in the background.
“Tell her to stop acting like a spoiled princess.”
Ethan chuckled.
“You heard her. Grow up.”
I nearly smiled.
“Enjoy your reception, Ethan.”
I hung up.
Dad sat opposite me, his expression growing serious.
“Tell me everything.”
I recounted the incident.
He listened silently before asking one question.
“Are you absolutely certain you want to end this marriage?”
“Yes.”
He nodded and picked up his phone.
Our family lawyer, Rebecca Hayes, arrived forty minutes afterward.
I handed her the prenuptial agreement Ethan had signed six weeks before.
It safeguarded my ownership interests and specified that marriage alone gave neither spouse rights to the other’s premarital assets.
Ethan had hardly read it.
He’d been preoccupied with bragging about joining the Whitmore family.
Rebecca reviewed the paperwork.
“The marriage certificate hasn’t been filed yet, but the ceremony may still have created a legal marriage. We’ll handle the dissolution properly.”
“Fine,” I said. “I want everything done legally.”
Then I opened my laptop.
Three months before, I’d discovered unusual payments from Whitmore Development.
Invoices from Vantage Strategic Solutions, a consulting firm, totaled $287,000.
Ethan had approved them.
And Vantage Strategic Solutions’ registered owner?
Vanessa Reed.
I’d already retained an independent forensic accounting firm to investigate.
Its preliminary findings showed no verifiable services for several invoices.
I hadn’t challenged Ethan yet because I wanted the full picture.
Now I had no reason to shield him.
“Rebecca,” I said, “contact the outside auditors. Tell them to preserve every record.”
My father’s face hardened.
“Ethan has been stealing?”
“We have evidence of serious irregularities. I want the investigation completed before anyone makes accusations.”
Rebecca nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile, Ethan kept calling.
By six o’clock, his messages grew nastier.
You’re humiliating me.
Everyone thinks you’re crazy.
Vanessa says you need therapy.
Then came a message that chilled me.
If you don’t show up tonight, I’ll make sure your father removes you from the business.
I passed the phone to Dad.
He read the message twice.
Then he gave a humorless laugh.
“He still thinks I own your shares.”
