“A spousal power of attorney.”
I had signed one limited medical authorization after surgery three years earlier.
Grant’s attorney altered it.
The forged document granted him authority over investment decisions if I became medically or psychologically incapacitated.
Mavis had already contacted a private physician.
The plan was to portray me as emotionally unstable after discovering the affair.
Grant would petition for temporary control of my Bellamy voting rights.
He had not known those rights were protected by a trust no spouse could access.
But he intended to try.
“Why take you to the gala?” I asked.
Delaney looked ashamed.
“He wanted photographs of us together.”
“For the divorce?”
“To provoke you.”
If I confronted them publicly, Grant intended to describe my reaction as erratic.
If I stayed home, he would introduce Delaney to investors as his future partner.
Either outcome served him.
He left me washing dishes because humiliation was not merely casual cruelty.
