"And then you're going to transfer every share under your name to him. You owe him that!"
"And if I refuse?"
At my words, Frederick's composure shattered. He let out a strangled cry.
"Rosemary, my reputation is destroyed! He ruined me! Now everyone's calling me the shameless homewrecker who crashed his own parents' anniversary—they're saying I'm worse than garbage!"
"He had everything growing up—Dad's attention, company shares, and you, the perfect wife. I had nothing." His voice cracked. "If I have to spend the rest of my life being spat on by strangers, I'd rather just die right now!"
Rosemary grabbed his arm, panic flashing across her face.
"Frederick, don't be stupid!"
Then she turned to me, her eyes blazing with fury, and let out a cold laugh.
"Roland. Did you really think the body they cremated that day was your mother?"
