the voting shares passed into a family trust.
I was the sole trustee.
For five years, I allowed Adrian to vote my proxy because I loved him.
I also allowed him to believe that my distance from daily operations meant I knew nothing about what was happening inside the company.
He was wrong.
That morning, from my hospital room, I revoked his proxy.
Then I called our outside counsel.
“Prepare the divorce filing,” I said. “And schedule an emergency board meeting.”
The lawyer hesitated.
“Claire, are you sure?”
I looked