“Nothing,” I said. “I was just remembering something.”
“What?”
“The day your father told me you were charming but careless.”
His face darkened. “My father was a bitter old man.”
“No,” I said gently. “He was accurate.”
Brooke rolled her eyes. “Come on, Thomas. She’s trying to scare you.”
Thomas leaned close, his voice low and ugly. “You have no idea how alone you’re about to be.”
Then he walked out with her.
The front door slammed.
I waited until the house went silent. Then I reached into the drawer beside my bed, took out the small black phone my attorney had given me, and called the one person Thomas feared more than any judge.
“Diane,” I said. “He finally did it.”
My attorney’s voice was calm. “Good. Then we begin.”
Thomas filed for divorce three days later.
His petition was theatrical, insulting, and stupid.
He claimed I was mentally fragile. He claimed I had contributed nothing to the marriage except “domestic support.” He claimed he needed access to all marital assets to “preserve business stability.”
The phrase made Diane laugh so hard she coughed into her coffee.
Diane Collins had been my attorney for twenty-two years. She wore charcoal suits, hated liars, and knew exactly where every dollar in my life had gone.
Two years earlier, after my diagnosis, I had done what Thomas never expected.
I had stopped trusting love and started reading documents.
Not because I planned revenge. Because illness teaches you a brutal lesson: everyone shows you who they are when they think you are weak.
Thomas started missing appointments. Then he started hiding calls. Then Brooke appeared as a “consultant” at the company with a salary large enough to embarrass a surgeon.
At first, I said nothing.
I asked questions. Quiet ones.
I learned Thomas had pledged jointly owned assets against risky loans. I learned he had used company funds for personal gifts. I learned he had forged my electronic consent on three transfers while I was under anesthesia.
That was his first mistake.
His second was forgetting that Grant Holdings had not begun with his money.
