On my wedding day, my husband’s ex showed up at our bridal car and said, ‘Let me ride with you.’ He answered, ‘Laurel, just shift over a little so she can fit.’ I stepped out of the bridal car in my wedding gown and walked back into my parents’ house.

charged to the company. Hotels. Jewelry. Luxury vacations.”

Vanessa hid her hands beneath the table.

Ethan glared at me.

“You’ve been spying on me?”

“I’ve been auditing my company.”

He scoffed.

“Your company? Your father owns Whitmore Development.”

I turned toward Rebecca.

She placed a certified ownership summary on the table.

“For the record,” she said, “Laurel Whitmore holds sixty-eight percent of the voting shares.”

Ethan stared at the paperwork.

“That’s impossible.”

“No,” I replied. “It’s simply something you never bothered to learn.”

Vanessa abruptly stood.

“We’re leaving.”

“You’re free