Chapter 9 - My Father’s Final LetterThe shareholder meeting was scheduled for Friday.
He climbed into the passenger seat carrying his backpack and a look seventeen-year-olds should never have to wear.
The look of a child suddenly realizing his parents are capable of hurting each other.
For ten minutes, neither of us spoke.
Then he said:
“Did Dad cheat?”
Straight to it.
“Yes.”
“With Vanessa?”
I looked at him.
“You know her?”
“She came to the office once.”
Of course.
I gripped the steering wheel.
“How much did your father tell you?”
“That you saw him with someone. That you freaked out and froze his money.”
“His money?”
“That’s what he said.”
I breathed slowly.
“Lucas, I’m going to tell you the truth, but I’m not going to make you responsible for what happens between us.”
He stared outside.
“Are you divorcing?”
“I don’t know exactly what the legal timeline looks like yet.”
“That means yes.”
“Yes.”
His jaw tightened.
I wanted to touch his shoulder.
I didn’t.
“He said you kicked him out without letting him explain.”
“I let him explain.”
“What did he say?”
“That he’d been sleeping with Vanessa for eight months.”
Lucas flinched.
I hated Ethan for making me say that.
“He said it was only once.”
“It wasn’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he admitted it.”
My son looked down.
I continued carefully.
“There are also financial problems.”
“What kind?”
“Adult problems.”
“Mom, stop.”
I looked at him.
“I’m not six.”
“No.”
“I heard Dad yelling that you called police.”
“That involved documents related to the business.”
“Did he steal?”
The word hung between us.
“I believe he used my signature without permission.”
Lucas stared at me.
“For money?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“A lot.”
He went silent.
Then he whispered:
“He said Grandpa never wanted him to have anything.”
My throat tightened.
“Your grandfather gave your father opportunities most people never receive.”
Lucas nodded slowly.
“Dad always said Grandpa looked down on him.”
I almost defended Ethan.
Automatic reflex.
Then stopped.
“Your father may genuinely feel that way.”
“Was it true?”
“Grandpa didn’t trust him with financial control.”
Lucas laughed bitterly.
“Guess he was right.”
That sentence came from a boy who adored his father.
It broke my heart.
At home, Sophie was waiting.
She had driven from the University of Virginia after Ethan called her too.
My twenty-year-old daughter stood in the foyer with mascara streaks beneath both eyes.
“Tell me he’s lying.”
I hugged her.
She resisted for half a second.
Then collapsed against me.
“Why would he do this?”
“I don’t know.”
“You always loved him.”
“I did.”
She pulled back.
“Do you still?”
Children ask cruel questions innocently.
“Yes.”
Her face twisted.
“Then why—”
“Because love doesn’t erase behavior.”
She wiped her cheeks.
“Dad says Vanessa manipulated him.”
I laughed once.
“Your father has already blamed me, Vanessa, the company, your grandfather, and stress.”
“Did she?”
“Manipulate him?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
That answer mattered.
I could have destroyed Vanessa to my children.
Part of me wanted to.
But Ethan made his choices.
I would not help him escape responsibility by making his mistress the entire villain.
“They both made decisions,” I said.
Sophie nodded.
Then:
“He asked me for money.”
My blood ran cold.
“What?”
“He said his accounts were temporarily frozen.”
“How much?”
“Five thousand.”
“Did you give it?”
“No.”
Thank God.
“Why did he need it?”
“He said hotel and lawyer.”
I sat down.
“He should not be asking you for money.”
“He said you left him with nothing.”
“He has personal accounts.”
“How much?”
“Enough.”
Very enough.
Ethan had more than two hundred thousand dollars in personal savings unaffected by the corporate freeze.
He simply didn’t want to use his own money.
I texted Rachel.
He’s asking the kids for cash.
Her response came immediately.
Document everything. Tell them not to transfer funds.
That afternoon, Ethan arrived at the gate.
Security called.
“Mrs. Miller, your husband is asking to enter.”
“No.”
A pause.
“Your daughter appears to be walking toward the gate.”
I looked through the window.
Sophie had heard his car.
“Let him into the front courtyard only.”
Ethan walked up the drive carrying two overnight bags.
His face looked older.
Lucas stayed inside.
Sophie went out.
I watched from the doorway.
“Dad.”
He hugged her.
She cried.
So did he.
And despite everything, I cried too.
This was not how families were supposed to break.
Eventually Ethan saw me.
“Can we speak privately?”
“No.”
“Sarah.”
“Anything involving our children happens transparently.”
He glanced at Sophie.
“She doesn’t need to hear financial details.”
“I agree.”
“Then send her inside.”
Sophie wiped her face.
“I’m twenty.”
Ethan blinked.
It was the first time I saw her challenge him that way.
“Sweetheart, your mother is angry.”
“So are you.”
“This is complicated.”
“Did you sleep with Vanessa?”
Ethan looked at me.
I said nothing.
“Dad?”
He sighed.
“Yes.”
Sophie’s face collapsed.
“But it had nothing to do with how much I love you.”
“Did you steal Mom’s signature?”
His expression changed.
“Who told you that?”
“Answer.”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
Sophie laughed through tears.
“That means yes.”
“No.”
“Then say no.”
He couldn’t.
She stepped backward.
“You asked me for money.”
“I’m in a difficult position.”
“You have savings.”
His eyes flashed toward me.
“You told them?”
“I told them enough to protect them.”
Ethan snapped:
“You are poisoning them against me.”
Lucas appeared in the doorway.
“No, Dad.”
Ethan turned.
Lucas looked terrified but determined.
“You called me first.”
“Son—”
“You told me Mom was crazy.”
“I said emotional.”
“You said she was unstable.”
My stomach turned.
He had already begun using the narrative they prepared for the takeover.
Lucas continued.
“You told me Grandpa ruined you.”
“He did.”
“You work at Grandpa’s company!”
“Worked.”
“Because you got fired!”
“I built that business too!”
His voice echoed across the courtyard.
Both children flinched.
Ethan saw it.
He lowered his tone.
“Look, I made mistakes.”
Sophie shook her head.
“You always say mistakes when you mean choices.”
I looked at her.
That sentence sounded like something my father would have said.
Ethan reached for her.
She stepped away.
“Don’t.”
His face crumpled.
“Sophie.”
“I love you.”
She was crying again.
“But I don’t trust you right now.”
She walked inside.
Lucas followed.
Ethan stood alone beneath the porch light.
I thought he might finally understand.
Instead, he looked at me with hatred.
“You did this.”
“No.”
“You turned them against me.”
“You called our son and told him I was unstable.”
“Because you are acting unstable.”
I felt almost calm.
“You’ve been planning that word for months, haven’t you?”
His expression betrayed him.
I continued.
“The medical-leave draft. The resignation letter. Telling people I was overwhelmed.”
He stared.
“You found the safe.”
“Yes.”
His shoulders dropped.
“Then you know.”
“I know enough.”
“No. You don’t.”
He glanced toward the house.
“Bobby is going to destroy the company.”
“Bobby has been removed.”
Ethan laughed bitterly.
“You think a board vote matters?”
“What does that mean?”
“He already has a buyer.”
“For what?”
“His shares.”
“He owns five percent.”
“Not anymore.”
My heart stopped.
“What?”
Ethan smiled without humor.
“You missed something.”
I hated that smile.
“Bobby didn’t just buy shares through shell companies.”
“How many?”
“Enough.”
I thought of Marian Holdings.
Crescent.
The subsidiaries.
“How many, Ethan?”
“He controls twenty-two percent.”
My stomach dropped.
Combined with other disloyal holders, that created a serious block.
“He has an offer from Apex Development.”
I knew Apex.
National conglomerate.
Known for hostile acquisitions.
“If they buy Bobby’s position and collect enough minority shares, they can force litigation, paralyze financing, scare clients, and drive valuation down.”
He stepped closer.
“I was trying to prevent that.”
“By taking control yourself?”
“Yes.”
I laughed.
“At least you finally admit it.”
“I was going to stabilize the company.”
“Then divorce me.”
He looked away.
“That was the plan, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
There it was.
Simple.
Ugly.
True.
I felt strangely relieved.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For finally stopping the performance.”
He looked toward the house.
“Sarah, I can still help.”
“No.”
“You need me.”
“No.”
“You have no idea what Bobby has lined up.”
“Then tell me.”
He shook his head.
“Restore my position first.”
I almost admired him.
Even now.
Negotiating.
“Goodbye, Ethan.”
“Sarah.”
I walked toward the door.
“He’ll call a shareholder meeting within seventy-two hours.”
I stopped.
“And?”
“He’ll propose selling.”
“Then I’ll vote no.”
“He’s already telling investors you’re mentally unfit.”
I turned slowly.
“He has affidavits.”
“From whom?”
Ethan hesitated.
“Doctors.”
The world seemed to go silent.
“What doctors?”
“You’ve been treated for anxiety.”
My breath caught.
After my mother died, I attended six counseling sessions and took short-term sleep medication.
Nothing more.
Ethan knew that.
Nobody else should have had access.
He continued.
“He has records.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
Lie.
“You gave them to him.”
“No.”
“Ethan.”
“I may have given Daniel authorization to request household insurance files.”
My entire body went cold.
He had invaded my private medical history.
Not because he thought I was sick.
Because he needed evidence to make me look sick.
I walked back toward him.
“You wanted a war?”
He swallowed.
“No.”
“You have one.”
For the first time, Ethan looked afraid of me for a reason that had nothing to do with money.
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He finally understood I was not trying to save our marriage anymore.
I was trying to save myself.
