Chapter 2 - The Deal Scheduled for 9:00 A.M.
Derek recovered faster than I expected.
He always did.
That was one of the reasons he had gotten away with so much for so long.
Within seconds, the shock vanished from his face and the charming husband returned.
He laughed lightly.
"Okay. Clearly there's been some misunderstanding."
Nobody laughed with him this time.
Lena remained beside the microphone.
My father, who had been sitting at the front table, slowly stood.
"What closing authorization?"
Derek looked at me rather than him.
"Claire, don't do this here."
I almost smiled.
An hour earlier, he had shoved cake into my face in front of everyone.
Now privacy mattered.
"Do what?"
"Turn a business misunderstanding into some spectacle."
Patricia stepped forward.
"This is exactly what I warned you about, Derek. She always needs control."
My mother rose from her chair.
"Patricia, I would stop talking."
Patricia blinked.
My mother was usually the quietest person in any room.
That night, something in her voice silenced an entire table.
Lena walked toward me and handed me three pages.
The first was an email.
Sent from Derek's personal account to a man named Colin Vance.
I knew Colin.
He ran a private investment firm that had tried twice to buy a significant interest in my family's manufacturing company, Mercer Biomedical.
Both offers had been rejected.
The newest email was dated four days earlier.
Bride signs at 9:00 Monday. Marriage changes leverage. Once shares move into joint vehicle, we force the vote.
I read it twice.
Then looked at Derek.
"What joint vehicle?"
His jaw tightened.
"Claire—"
"What shares?"
My father came closer.
Derek glanced toward the ballroom doors.
Ethan quietly moved in front of them.
He wasn't blocking Derek.
Not technically.
He simply made it clear leaving would attract attention.
Lena handed me the second page.
A draft transfer agreement.
Thirty-two percent of my voting shares.
My shares.
Transferred into something called CD Marital Holdings LLC.
C for Claire.
D for Derek.
Except I had never created it.
My pulse hammered.
"You formed a company using my name?"
"It's a standard marital structure."
"I didn't authorize it."
"You were going to."
"When?"
"Monday."
"How?"
That finally made him angry.
His voice dropped.
"You signed the authorization packet."
I stared at him.
Then I remembered.
Two nights before the wedding, Derek brought a stack of insurance and estate documents to my apartment.
He pushed them across the kitchen counter while I was answering calls from the florist.
"Routine paperwork," he had said.
I refused to sign most of it because I wanted my attorney to review everything.
But there had been one electronic signature request.
A beneficiary update.
At least that's what the screen said.
I looked at Lena.
She nodded grimly.
"The signature page was inserted into a larger document afterward."
The room erupted into whispers.
Derek pointed at her.
"That is a lie."
"No," Lena said. "That's metadata."
She held up the third page.
"Our IT counsel confirmed the PDF was altered after Claire's signature was captured."
Derek stepped toward her.
I moved between them.
"Don't."
He laughed bitterly.
"You're protecting her now?"
"I'm protecting myself."
His eyes moved toward the recorder still in my hand.
"Turn that off."
"No."
"Claire."
"No."
He leaned closer.
"You have no idea what you're doing."
"Then explain it."
His expression changed.
Not anger.
Fear.
Behind him, Patricia suddenly snatched the transfer agreement from my hand.
"This is ridiculous."
She tore it once.
Then again.
The ballroom gasped.
I stared at her.
Patricia dropped the pieces onto the cake-covered floor.
"There. Problem solved."
Lena gave a stunned laugh.
"No, Patricia."
Patricia glared at her.
"Excuse me?"
"That was a copy."
Lena lifted her phone.
"The originals are already with counsel."
For the first time, Patricia looked frightened too.
Then my father said something that made both of them turn.
"Colin Vance approached me yesterday."
I looked at him.
"What?"
"He offered to buy my remaining shares."
My stomach dropped.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I thought he was fishing."
Dad looked at Derek.
"Now I don't."
Derek said nothing.
And in that silence, the shape of the plan became visible.
He hadn't married me hoping someday to benefit from my company.
He had married me because a takeover had already been scheduled.
But my father wasn't finished.
"Colin made one mistake."
Derek's eyes narrowed.
"What mistake?"
Dad reached into his jacket.
"He sent me the cap table for the company he expected to own after Monday."
He unfolded a page.
At the bottom was a list of investors financing the takeover.
Colin Vance.
Two private funds.
And a third name.
Patricia Hale.
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Derek's mother wasn't watching her son destroy my company.
She was financing him.
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