The black private-banking card landed beside my wedding ring just before my husband announced he intended to marry his secretary.
It slid across the polished conference table and stopped inches from my hand. Beneath it lay a certified document confirming that $120 million had already been transferred into an escrow account under my name.
Grant Caldwell did not look ashamed.
He looked relieved.
“This is more than fair, Claire,” he said. “Sign the divorce agreement tonight, resign from Meridian Medical Technologies, and the money becomes yours permanently.”
Vanessa Hale sat
