“Beatrice. Put your coat on.”
She turned.
“Tell Samantha to fix this for Brian.”
“No.”
Beatrice froze.
“What did you say?”
“No.”
Charles looked tired but steady.
“And tomorrow morning, I’m meeting our family attorney.”
Her mouth opened.
“For what?”
“To begin divorce proceedings.”
She stared at him.
“On your seventieth birthday?”
Charles nodded.
“This didn’t begin today.”
He looked at his wife.
“It began years ago. Today is simply the first day I’ve stopped pretending not to see it.”
Then he faced Brian.
“And you need to stop hiding behind your mother. You made fraudulent business decisions. Face the consequences yourself.”
Security escorted Brian and Beatrice out.
The investigations continued for months.
Employees provided receipts.
Messages.
Accounting records.
Legal claims were filed over the damage at my father’s forge.
Financial investigators also discovered Beatrice had spent years using a restaurant-linked business card to pay for vacations, country-club expenses, and personal shopping.
