I gave up my position at a Fortune 500 company to stay by her side. It took us three years to uncover the conspiracy—a frame-up by a corrupt vice president—and seven more to rebuild the Lynn Group from ashes.
Together, we begged key engineers to return, rekindled old partnerships, and rebuilt the company one deal, one drink at a time.
Everything I am today, I built with her.
And now, the woman who once saved me wants to kill our children—for another man’s dying wish.
She and I knelt together to beg the technical director back, bringing back all the key personnel, and, one drink at a time, we built the Lynn Group into what it is today.
When the debt collectors attacked, I stood in front of Clara and took the blows meant for her. Three ribs broken, internal injuries—pain pained nearly killed me. When the doctor later said my fertility might be impaired, Clara cried, held me tightly, and swore she would never leave.