Too quickly.
Vanessa’s eyes narrowed.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You said that deal was finished.”
“It is.”
“But Grace just walked into a board meeting with Declan Pierce.”
Ethan stared at her.
Vanessa lowered her voice.
“And Pierce Global has been trying to get into maritime infrastructure for two years.”
“I know what Pierce Global does.”
“So why is Grace with him?”
Ethan looked toward the elevator.
For the first time in six years of marriage, he realized he had absolutely no idea what his wife had been doing.
And that was impossible.
Grace did not hide things.
Grace organized them.
She labeled pantry shelves.
She color-coded tax folders.
She scheduled prenatal appointments three months ahead.
She remembered the names of employees Ethan barely recognized.
She knew which suppliers were having cash-flow trouble and which junior managers had sick children.
She had helped Ethan write the original Calloway Maritime business plan at their kitchen table when the company consisted of one leased warehouse, eleven employees, and a checking account that regularly fell below twenty thousand dollars.
