CHAPTER 3
The folder under Emily’s arm held three things.
A copy of her father’s will.
A bank statement Richard did not know she had found.
And a recording from the hallway outside his office, where Vanessa’s voice could be heard saying, “Once she signs, the company is yours.”
Emily had not slept after hearing that sentence.
Her father had built Carrington Medical Supplies from a rented warehouse and a truck with rusted doors. Before he died, he left Emily his voting shares, not because she wanted power, but because he knew Richard did.
“Some men marry love,” her father had whispered from his hospital bed. “Some men marry access. Learn the difference before it costs you everything.”
Emily had wanted him to be wrong.
For three years, she defended Richard.
He is stressed.
He is grieving with me.
He just wants control because he is scared.
Then she found the documents.
Transfer papers.
Divorce drafts.
A statement saying Emily had willingly stepped away from the family company because of “emotional instability.”
All it needed was her signature.
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Richard had arranged the room today like a stage.
But Emily had brought the truth with her.
