His words hit me like a punch to the gut. Guilt and rage swirled inside me. Rage not only for Astrid but for Zera's mother, my wife, Rhea, as well. For I don't believe, she, a mother, wouldn't know that her daughter was being bullied for a long time.
As Zera underwent treatment, I sat quietly by her side, wrestling with my emotions. Then my phone buzzed. It was a call from the finance department.
"Sir," the accountant began hesitantly, "I wanted to report something strange. Recently, Mrs. Johnson transferred four million dollars, claiming it was for an investment. But when we double-checked, the signature didn’t match yours — even the company seal looked off."
My mind reeled. Four million?! I’d never authorized that transfer. And I sure as hell didn’t sign anything.
Back when I started this company, Rhea had been my secretary. After the company took off, we started dating and eventually got married. But before the wedding, we’d signed a prenuptial agreement — the company and my personal assets remained separate.