After we married, his attention changed.
He corrected my clothing.
Suggested I stop attending foundation meetings because my schedule interfered with his networking.
Asked me not to discuss business at dinner because his mother believed I lacked the experience to contribute.
The first time Holloway Meridian faced collapse, Grant came home at two in the morning.
A major lender had withdrawn from a hotel development.
Payroll was due in four days.
He sat at the kitchen table with his face in his hands.
“Six hundred people could lose their jobs.”
I contacted Bellamy’s private-credit committee.
The company received a bridge loan.
Grant believed a former colleague arranged it.
He cried with relief.
Held me.
Promised the crisis would make him a better leader.
It did not.
The next emergency arrived eight months later.
Then another.
Each time, Bellamy protected employees while placing stricter conditions on Grant.
Each time, he blamed the conditions on jealous investors and accepted the money as recognition of his talent.
