Chapter 3 - THE SIGNATURE HE FORGOT
At the hospital, a fetal monitor made the room sound like a distant galloping horse.
Eliza stared at its blinking numbers because they were easier to understand than her own marriage.
The physician explained that the initial evaluation was reassuring but that observation was important after the assault.
Wade stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back.
"You should have told me," Eliza said without looking at him.
"About the company?"
"About everything."
He nodded once.
"I thought hiding my money would let you decide who deserved your trust. I see now that silence also helped him isolate you."
Eliza watched Owen sleep on Rebecca's lap.
"I need answers, Dad, not another man arranging my life."
"Then you will get every document and decide what happens next."
Naomi arrived carrying copies rather than a speech.
She described the corporate separation first: Wade's trust controlled board votes, but it did not make Grant automatically guilty of misconduct or permit Wade to declare a criminal sentence.
The board could suspend access and investigate.
The police and courts had their own processes.
Eliza appreciated the distinction.
"And the house?" she asked.
Naomi placed a deed and occupancy agreement on the bedside table.
After Eliza's mother died, Wade had acquired the lakefront property through Harrow Property Trust.
He had allowed the young couple to live there under terms Grant acknowledged in writing.
The agreement had protected Eliza's access to the home and children while restricting any claim Grant could make to the underlying property.
"Can he just be thrown onto the street tonight?" Eliza asked.
"No," Naomi answered. "Legal possession and protective orders have procedures. We are not going to pretend a trust document replaces them."
Wade's expression suggested the answer frustrated him, but he did not interrupt.
A nurse entered to check the monitor.
When she left, Eliza opened the final appendix.
A page listed funds Wade had transferred to help the family, every amount disguised to Grant as an investor distribution tied to a holding company.
There were seven years of transfers and a blank column labeled RECOVERY.
"Why is this blank?" Eliza asked.
"Because no one has decided whether the money was a gift, a loan, or something he diverted," Naomi replied.
She pointed at the last entry.
Unlike the rest, it had no approval signature.
The amount was 2.4 million dollars.
Grant had requested it three months earlier.
And the memo line was only three words long: FOR ELIZA'S TREATMENT.
Eliza looked up slowly.
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"What treatment?"
