On Our 10th Anniversary, My Husband Shaved My Head While I Slept—He Didn’t Know I Was About to Stop an $18 Million Transfer

He said it would simplify everything.

One portfolio.

One tax strategy.

One future.

I had agreed.

The transfer was scheduled for that afternoon.

Margaret asked:

“Are we still directing the eighteen million into the joint brokerage account ending in 8221?”