Part 3

Worse, several expenses had been approved through an account he was never authorized to use personally.

Claire turned the screen toward me.

“He billed the red-bikini woman’s Cartier bracelet as executive recruitment.”

I almost laughed.

“Name?”

“Vanessa Cole. Twenty-nine. Lifestyle consultant.”

“For whom?”

Claire raised an eyebrow. “Apparently Grant.”

At 2:00 p.m., my lawyer, Martin Hale, arrived.

I handed him the records.

“Prepare the divorce filing.”

“No hesitation?”

I looked through the glass at Lily sleeping beneath a white blanket.

“None.”

Martin nodded. “Anything else?”

“Remove Grant from every company position I legally control. Preserve all electronic records. Notify the board of a potential misuse-of-funds investigation.”

That afternoon, Grant finally reached me from Vanessa’s phone.

“What the hell are you doing?” he shouted.

“How’s your weekend?”

There was silence.

Then, “You froze my money over a misunderstanding?”

“My money.”

He laughed.

“Evelyn, don’t be ridiculous. We’re married.”

“And Lily is in the ICU.”

Silence again.

This one lasted longer.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I—I didn’t know.”

“You promised to stay with her.”

“She was fine when I left!”

“She had already complained that her throat felt strange.”

“That doesn’t mean—”

“Rosa saved her life.”

His voice softened instantly, but it sounded rehearsed.

“Baby, listen. I can explain Vanessa.”

“I’m sure you can.”

“You don’t destroy a marriage over one mistake.”

I stared at the expense spreadsheet.

“One?”

He stopped breathing for a second.

That told me everything.

I sent him a photograph of the Cartier invoice.

Then hotel records.

Then company reimbursement forms carrying his electronic signature.

Grant’s voice changed.

“Where did you get those?”

I smiled for the first time in twenty-four hours.

“You really forgot who owns the company.”

Ten minutes later, Martin received confirmation that Grant had tried transferring $200,000 from our joint emergency account.

He was too late.

I had already restricted withdrawals to require dual authorization.

At 6:30 p.m., the yacht returned to the marina because Grant couldn’t buy fuel on my accounts.

A marina manager called me.

“Mrs. Mercer, your husband is demanding we release the vessel.”

“Is his name on the title?”

He stormed toward Lily’s room.

CONTINUE FOR NEXT PART 4….