“I started Westbridge four years before our wedding. My grandmother’s trust funded the company’s expansion, and you signed a prenuptial agreement acknowledging that the business was my separate property.”
His mouth opened slightly.
Daniel had forgotten the agreement.
I hadn’t.
“And there’s another envelope.”
I slid it toward him.
He opened it.
Divorce papers.
Patricia gasped.
Daniel stared down at the documents.
“This is crazy.”
“No. Throwing objects because your wife helped her father is crazy.”
His confidence finally began to disappear.
“I was angry.”
“You were revealing.”
He slowly
