I was never barren, Evelyn.
Your son is a liar, and you spent nine years abusing me for his lie.
The pregnancy you’re so thrilled about is the proof.”
Evelyn had gone gray. Caleb was sputtering. Chloe’s glow had curdled into something frightened.
“And third,” I said, and this was the one I’d been waiting a decade for. “The house you’re sitting in. The company Caleb ‘runs.’ The properties, the holdings, the Whitmore family empire.
None of it is Caleb’s.
It’s mine. All of it. Held in my name, in companies I built, structured so completely that Caleb has never owned a single share. He has a title and a salary. That’s all. I’m his employer, not his dependent.
So when you planned to throw me out of the family and take the assets, Caleb, you were planning to evict yourself from your wife’s house.
You’re fired, by the way. As of this morning. My attorney processed it.
