My Husband Threw My Suitcase at My Pregnant Feet
CHAPTER 3 — THE VOTE HE NEVER EXPECTED
By nine the next morning, Adrian stood before the emergency board of Vale Medical Systems.
He had changed into his most expensive suit.
But nothing could hide the panic in his eyes.
I entered beside my father wearing the same gray dress from the previous night.
I wanted everyone to see me exactly as Adrian had left me.
Camille sat near the company attorney.
She no longer wore my earrings.
Rebecca placed the false medical declaration on the table.
“Mr. Vale intended to have his pregnant wife declared incompetent and take control of her inheritance.”
Adrian stood abruptly.
“That document was prepared for her protection.”
“Then why did you pay Dr. Vale fifty thousand dollars?” I asked.
The room fell silent.
My father’s investigators had found the transfer before dawn.
They had uncovered something else too.
Adrian had moved nearly four million dollars from the company into a private account controlled by Camille.
She stared at him.
“You said that money came from your bonus.”
Adrian leaned toward her.
“Don’t say another word.”
For the first time, Camille looked afraid of him.
Then she reached into her purse and removed a second phone.
“He gave me this so Olivia couldn’t find our messages.”
Adrian reached for it, but security stopped him.
The phone contained bank records, photographs and messages describing his plan.
After my daughter was born, Adrian intended to send me to a private psychiatric facility.
He would control my child’s inheritance as her legal guardian.
Camille would move into the mansion and become his new wife.
“You didn’t marry me,” I said. “You married the fortune you thought you could steal.”
The board voted unanimously to remove him as chief executive.
His company badge was taken before he left the room.
I thought the worst was finally over.
Then Camille touched my arm.
“There’s something you still don’t understand.”
She glanced toward the boardroom doors.
“Adrian didn’t create this plan.”
The doors opened.
My mother-in-law, Margaret Vale, walked inside carrying a sealed document.
She placed it on the table and smiled at me.
“Your trust no longer belongs to you, Olivia.”
