We traced the money to Delaney’s consulting company.
At first, I believed she might be an innocent recipient.
Then I found messages between them.
Some were romantic.
Others discussed finances.
Grant told her Bellamy’s chairwoman was elderly and disconnected from daily operations.
He claimed he had influence over “the woman handling family approvals.”
He meant me.
He believed his quiet wife was a minor employee capable of persuading an absent billionaire.
One message read:
Once the Bahamas project closes, I’ll move S out of the Palm Beach house. Mom thinks we can claim it as a marital asset.
Delaney replied:
And the necklace?
Grant wrote:
Already yours. She never wears it.
I did wear it.
At my grandmother’s funeral.
At my father’s memorial.
At the first Bellamy scholarship dinner I attended after college.
Grant had never noticed.
I did not confront him.
Instead, Bellamy’s forensic team began tracking every transfer.
