“Did you slip?” I asked.
“No,” she answered quietly.
The ballroom fell completely silent.
Vivian rolled her eyes.
“She was ruining the photographs.”
“Honestly, Nathan…
this engagement party cost three million dollars.
Standards matter.”
I looked directly into her eyes.
Something inside me became perfectly cold.
Three hours earlier, I had signed legal documents creating a ten-million-dollar trust in Vivian’s name.
The funds would become hers the day we married.
I intended it as lifelong security.
She had dismissed it as…
“a charming beginning.”
The signed paperwork still sat inside my attorney’s encrypted portal.
I removed my phone.
Vivian smiled again.
She assumed I was arranging damage control.
Instead, I texted my chief counsel.
Liquidate the trust immediately.
Terminate her beneficial interest.
Begin a complete forensic audit of Ashcroft Capital.
