Chapter 2: The Forged Signature
My husband’s face turned pale, but he quickly forced another laugh.
“She’s bluffing,” he told the guests.
“My wife owns nothing.
I made sure of that months ago.”
His mistress pulled away from him.
“You said the shares were already in my name.”
The room fell silent again.
I held up my phone.
“Which shares?”
He spun toward her.
“Stop talking.”
Before she could answer, my attorney’s voice came through the speaker.
“The voting consent has been accepted.
The emergency board meeting begins in five minutes.”
His mother rose so quickly that her chair tipped over.
“You cannot take this company from my son!”
“It was never his company,” I replied.
Then my phone lit up with a photograph of a transfer document bearing my signature.
Only I had never signed it.
My husband saw the image and reached for my phone.
“Give me that.”
I stepped back.
“Why are twelve percent of my shares being transferred to your mistress?”
“That document means nothing,” he snapped.
A voice behind us answered, “Then you won’t mind explaining why it carries a forged seal from her late father’s private office.”
Everyone turned.
The company’s chief financial officer stood in the doorway, holding a thick red folder.
My husband froze when he saw the name written across the front.
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