For Three Years, I Believed My Wife Had Abandoned Me After My Accident—Then I Found Her Holding Our Son and Learned My Mother Had Told Her I Was Dead
“Then why dispose of so much?”
I looked at the reports.
Because I remembered my grandfather.
The warehouses.
The logistics routes.
The men and women whose work built the company.
Because I remembered Vivian treating money as proof she could decide other people’s lives.
Because I understood how easily wealth without oversight became a tool for concealment.