That landed.
Hard.
Ethan slowly looked at his wife.
Grace held his stare.
He suddenly remembered every time she had asked him to come home early during the pregnancy.
Every dinner he had canceled.
Every ultrasound he had missed.
Every time she had placed financial papers on his desk and he had told her not to worry about business while pregnant.
He remembered laughing once.
“Build the baby. I’ll build the company.”
Grace had smiled that night.
But she never forgot the sentence.
Ethan finally sat.
“Fine.”
He spread his hands.
“Let’s say there’s a liquidity issue. We have the Harbor Crown transaction.”
Nobody moved.
Ethan looked around.
“The transaction closes Monday.”
Grace opened the black folder.
“No, it doesn’t.”
Ethan’s gaze locked on it.
“What did you do?”
“I read it.”
“Read what?”
“The transaction agreement.”
“You weren’t authorized to access it.”
“I own nearly a third of the company.”
