you and Mom boarded that flight to Maui to ditch my wedding. Who do you think actually holds the primary patent and the intellectual property rights to the shipping logistics software that keeps your charter business afloat?”
His arrogant expression disappeared.
The furious red in his face drained into a sickly gray.
He stared at me, mouth opening and closing as the realization finally reached him.
“You…” he whispered, his voice cracking horribly. “You didn’t.”
“Oh, I did,” I said, stepping closer and locking my eyes onto his. “And that’s
