Chapter 8 - The Financial Reality Strikes
“Every card Bradley held was an authorized user account linked directly to your corporate primary line,” Marcus explained, opening a financial ledger.
“When you canceled his authorized user status at three this morning, his cards were declined at the local motel he tried to check his family into.”
“According to our intelligence, Bradley, his parents, and his two cousins spent the night sleeping in the lobby of a two-star roadside inn.”
I let out a soft, ironic laugh, picturing Barbara—a woman who refused to sit on anything less than thread-count linen—sleeping on a vinyl motel couch.
They had spent years treating me like an inferior outsider who was lucky to be married into their proud, arrogant family line.
They had convinced themselves that Bradley was the real brains behind my business success, ignoring the fact that he was merely a overpaid figurehead.
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Now, without my credit cards, my bank accounts, and my corporate backing, they were forced to face the harsh reality of their own poverty.
“Send the formal property division terms directly to his personal email, Marcus,” I instructed firmly. “And do not accept a single phone call from him.”
