“How?” my mother demanded. “I am not losing this house because Shane is a fool. You promised to fix this, Dominic.”
They weren’t talking about my well being or my marriage; they were talking about me like a locked vault they were planning to rob. Dominic sighed with theatrical patience.
“Tessa’s valuation just exploded,” Dominic explained. “I’m drafting the postnuptial paperwork now, and she’ll sign it because she’s exhausted and trusts me.”
“What do you get out of it?” Brielle asked. Dominic laughed softly, a sound that made my skin crawl. “Everything.”
“I’ll secure a legal claim to her shares and separate my own assets at the same time,” Dominic continued. “Then I file for divorce and we claim she abandoned her duties to the home.”
Vera agreed immediately, saying she would testify to whatever was necessary. “She’s always thought she was better than this family anyway,” my mother added.
I felt my heartbeat in the soles of my feet as I realized they all knew about the mistress and the stolen money. My husband was using the language of love to stage a financial assassination, and my family was helping him.