Daniel laughed.
I didn’t.
Before marrying him, I’d built a small forensic accounting business. After our wedding, Daniel persuaded me to step away “for the family.” Yet whenever Mercer Holdings struggled, I became its unseen problem-solver—examining contracts, cutting waste, restructuring debt, and securing investors who kept the business afloat.
Daniel received the praise.
I kept records.
Then he cheated with his communications director, Claire, and decided I was a burden.
Our divorce quickly turned ugly.
Daniel froze our joint accounts. Vivian told relatives I wanted to steal the family fortune. Their lawyers proposed a settlement based on the assumption I owned almost nothing.
They overlooked one crucial fact.
During Mercer Holdings’ worst financial year, it desperately needed emergency funding. Banks refused, and Daniel pleaded for my help.
I established an investment entity using my late father’s inheritance. It purchased Mercer Holdings’ debt, then acquired the mansion through another holding company after Daniel pledged it as collateral.
