Ten Minutes Before I Married a Woman Thirty Years Younger Than Me, My Three-Year-Old Grandson Gripped My Hand and Whispered “Grandpa, She Hit Mommy” — Then He Pulled a Scratched Flash Drive From His Pocket, and What My Daughter Had Hidden on It Stopped the Wedding and Nearly Sent Me to a Honeymoon That Would Have Cost Me Everything

Chapter 9 — The Plan

“And the documents on the drive?” I asked.

“What was she actually trying to do?”

Sarah told me what Genevieve had pieced together.

Vivienne had not been marrying me for companionship, or security, or even simple greed of the ordinary kind.

She had been executing a plan.

She had already initiated a commercial credit application using my estate as collateral — my house, the thirty years of archives in my study, the corporate share certificates locked in a box upstairs.

And the wedding was only the first move.