“You think you can take my company?”
I held his stare. “Grant, it was never entirely yours.”
Lena then displayed the original incorporation agreement.
My name appeared at the top.
Founder. Majority intellectual-property owner. Fifty-one percent beneficial interest held in a dormant trust.
Grant’s face turned white.
He had not attacked a helpless, dependent wife.
He had attempted to erase the woman who legally owned the foundation beneath his entire empire.
PART 3
The proceeding stopped resembling a divorce hearing and became an examination of everything Grant had concealed.
Post-divorce projects
Judge Whitmore reviewed the trust records, patent history, and bank transactions. With every page, another piece of Grant’s confidence disappeared.
His attorney asked for a recess.
Denied.
