“I have never been more certain.”
Adrian returned on the sixth evening, laughing in the back of a black SUV, with Celeste beside him wearing the diamond bracelet he had once claimed was being “saved for my anniversary.”
He entered headquarters expecting congratulations for closing a deal.
Instead, Noah was waiting in the lobby.
Adrian tossed him a garment bag.
“Where’s Claire? She’s probably furious I missed another prenatal class.”
Noah didn’t take the bag.
His hands were shaking.
“Sir,” he said quietly, “Mrs. Vale had a serious medical emergency.”
Adrian stopped smiling.
Noah continued.
“She lost the baby.”
For one second,
all the confidence disappeared from Adrian’s face.
Then Noah finished.
“She signed the divorce papers this morning.
She revoked your voting proxy.
And the board is waiting upstairs.”
Celeste whispered,
“Adrian, what does he mean, revoked?”
