Chapter 2 - The Company He Thought He OwnedWhitmore Freight was worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
Evan had served as CEO for six years.
He believed that made the company his.
It didn't.
My father founded Whitmore Freight before Evan and I ever met.
When he died, his estate was divided between several charitable trusts and one private family trust.
The majority voting shares went into that trust.
Seventy-two percent.
And I was the sole controlling beneficiary.
Evan knew my father had left me shares.
He simply didn't know how many.
When we married, I never discussed the exact structure.
Because I trusted him.
That trust had been my greatest mistake.
For years, Evan had told everyone that he had transformed the company.
He hadn't.
My father had built the foundation.
I had expanded it.
Evan had simply enjoyed the title.
And when the divorce began, he tried to claim control.
His attorneys argued that my shares should be considered marital property.
They failed.
Naomi had spent eight months preparing for that moment.
She opened the board packet.
Inside were financial records.
“Two point eight million dollars,” she said.
“Where did it go?”
“Events consultancy.”
I already knew the answer.
“Barbara.”
Naomi nodded.
“The company paid invoices for nonexistent events.”
“And Kelsey?”
“Apartment rent. Medical concierge. Jewelry. Travel.”
I leaned back.
“Total?”
“Approximately six hundred thousand.”
I stared at the numbers.
The woman who had called me barren had been living on company money.
The woman who had replaced me had been funded by the same company I helped build.
Then Naomi placed one final document on the table.
“There's more.”
“What?”
“Evan authorized a transfer yesterday.”
“To whom?”
“An offshore account.”
My stomach tightened.
“How much?”
“Seven million dollars.”
I looked at her.
“That's not an affair.”
“No.”
Naomi's expression became serious.
“That's embezzlement.”
I closed the folder.
“Then tomorrow isn't just a board meeting.”
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“What is it?”
“A reckoning.”
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