“She wouldn’t do that.”
“She already has,” Nina said flatly.
Richard looked to his attorneys for support. Neither one contradicted her.
He asked for a private conversation with me. I refused. Then he did something I had only witnessed twice in nine full years of marriage.
He lost control entirely.
He struck the table with the side of his fist and shouted that I had destroyed his company, manipulated his own daughter, stolen his mother’s house out from under her, and turned his brother against him.
His attorney placed a hand on his shoulder. Richard shook it off violently. “You planned this,” he said, pointing at me. “You were just waiting for an excuse.”
“I was waiting for evidence.”
“You could have simply talked to me.”
“I asked you directly about the missing money.”
“You accused me.”
“The records proved the accusation,” I said.
His face flushed deep red. “You enjoyed leaving that envelope where everyone could see it.”
