Someone had submitted a preliminary request to transfer my penthouse into a newly created company called E&C Holdings.
The paperwork contained a scanned copy of my signature taken from an old family trust document.
I hadn’t confronted Ethan.
Instead, I authorized my attorney to preserve the records and contact investigators.
Part of me had hoped it was some ridiculous misunderstanding.
But staying quiet had never meant giving in.
Years of negotiating hostile acquisitions had taught me that angry people often reveal more when they believe nobody is fighting back.
Now I knew the truth.
At the hospital, doctors managed to stop the contractions long enough to stabilize both me and the baby.
I had bruising around my hip, but the fetal monitor remained steady.
Ethan never called.
Mom sent only one message.
***Please don’t ruin his wedding over a family disagreement.***
I forwarded it to Reeves.
