The Price Of His Mistake Chapter 07
I hung up. I started the car and drove toward Park Avenue. Toward the law firm.
At a red light, I stared at the taillights in front of me.
When I’d left the family, my father had met Andrew once. Afterward, he told me, “That young man has too much ambition. Watch yourself.”
I’d been furious. I’d argued with him.
Then I went out and built my own thing. Seven years passed. Seven years where I never touched a cent of the family trust. Never used a single family connection.
And the firm had nearly been stolen out from under me.
Half an hour later, I sat in an office at Sullivan & Cromwell.
I pushed a black USB drive and a document folder across the desk.
This file was the postnuptial agreement. Drafted the year the fund was founded.
If I ever cheated on Andrew or betrayed him, he could unilaterally dissolve the marriage and take all assets of the fund.
Andrew had cried when he read it. To prove he loved me just as deeply, he’d insisted on adding a reciprocal clause.
An infidelity clause. If *he* was the one who betrayed *me*, he’d forfeit all rights to the fund. Every asset. And he wouldn’t get a single cent in alimony.
Neither of us ever thought we’d need it.
Who could have guessed? Seven years later, this document, once a testament to loyalty, would become the verdict that strips him of everything.
Mr. Holland, the lawyer, was an old Harvard Law classmate of my father’s. He took the file. He looked up at me. “Catherine. You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
He nodded. He flipped through the documents. “The evidence chain is solid. In New York, these clauses aren’t invoked often. But the Blackwood legal team is more than capable of making this agreement the most expensive mistake he’s ever made. We can execute whenever you’re ready.”
I tapped the USB drive. “Everything’s in there. Full documentation of his affair with Emily.”