When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.

“Sir, step back right now.”

Spencer obeyed, breathing heavily.

Gertrude stood up indignantly.

“That is confidential family paperwork!”

I looked directly at her.

“Why does confidential family paperwork involve taking ownership of my company?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it without answering.

Spencer spoke instead.