My finger hovered over the glowing confirmation icon, ready to shatter his illusion forever.

PART 2

“The current balance of the seventy thousand dollar municipal bond portfolio left to you by your late mother is officially zero,” attorney Lauren Vance said, pushing a thick paper ledger across her polished walnut desk.

My eyes barely grazed the financial numbers because my gaze immediately locked onto the legal paperwork attached to the back of the file.

It was an irrevocable spousal asset waiver and transfer grant, moving every single dollar of my personal premarital inheritance directly into Brandon’s private corporate account.