PART 2
Lily regained consciousness shortly after midnight.
Her eyelids fluttered.
“Mom?”
I nearly collapsed over her.
“I’m here.” She squeezed my fingers weakly.
“Dad said he’d be back before lunch.”
That sentence hurt worse than anything Grant could have said to me.
By morning, he had progressed from frantic calls to furious messages.
What did you do to my cards?
The marina won’t authorize fuel. Stop acting insane.
Then came the one that erased the last trace of guilt I felt.
You’re embarrassing me in front of important people.
Not once did he ask about Lily. So I stopped thinking like a betrayed wife.
I started thinking like the corporate attorney I had been before building Mercer Capital.
Claire brought my laptop to the hospital.
“Find everything,” I told her. “Yacht expenses, hotels, gifts, transfers, company reimbursements. Three years.”
Her expression sharpened. “You think he used business funds?”
“I think Grant confused access with ownership.”
He had made that mistake before.
When we married, Grant owned a small marketing consultancy drowning in debt. I refinanced it, gave him introductions, and eventually appointed him to an advisory role at one of my portfolio companies.
He started telling people he was a partner.
He wasn’t.
By noon, Claire had found the first problem.
Then ten more.
Grant had submitted yacht fuel, luxury dinners, jewelry, hotel suites, and private travel as “client development.”
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