back toward my parents’ house, where our ceremony had taken place.
Behind me, Vanessa giggled.
“She’ll come back. Girls like her always do.”
I continued walking.
Ethan didn’t realize my family’s business had paid for the elegant reception venue, luxurious limousine, and extravagant honeymoon.
More importantly, he had no idea I held majority ownership of the company where he’d recently become chief operating officer.
My father founded Whitmore Development, but he’d transferred controlling ownership to me three years earlier.
Ethan assumed Dad still controlled every major decision.
I’d never corrected
