Patricia had inherited it.
I whispered, “Why did your sister have divorce papers prepared in my name?”
Daniel didn’t answer.
The following morning, Rebecca emailed the archived petition.
I opened it at the kitchen table.
Page one.
My name.
Daniel’s name.
Eleven years of marriage reduced to legal paragraphs.
Page three contained the hidden-asset allegation.
Page five changed everything.
I read it twice.
Then a third time.
The petition claimed that certain Whitmore-controlled holdings had been funded using proceeds from the sale of Bennett Industrial Design, the company my late father had built.
My father’s company.
The business he sold when I was nineteen.
The money I had been told disappeared after taxes, debts, and a failed investment.
Except according to this filing, it hadn’t disappeared.
Nearly five million dollars of Bennett money had been transferred into Whitmore-controlled entities.
I could barely breathe.
My father and Charles had been business partners briefly.
