Chapter 12
I picked up my coffee cup, taking a slow, deliberate sip before answering the desperate attorney.
“Tell Julian that when he left me bleeding in that kitchen, he chose his path,” I stated plainly.
“The fraud charges will proceed, the foreclosure will continue, and he will serve every single day of his sentence.”
I hung up the phone without waiting for a reply, handing the receiver back to my butler.
By noon, I walked into the headquarters of Sterling Investment Group on Wall Street to assume full operational control.
Three hundred executives stood in the atrium, applauding as I walked toward the private glass elevator.
My life as the hidden, compliant wife was officially buried; my future as the titan of finance had begun.
For the next six months, I expanded the company’s portfolio into green energy, doubling our liquid assets.
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Julian was sentenced to eight years in a federal penitentiary for corporate embezzlement and tax evasion.
Evelyn was forced to move into a tiny one-bedroom apartment in Staten Island, working as a retail cashier to survive.
