Chapter 4

I stared at the proxy agreement, the tears on my face not yet dry.

"Marcus has always managed the company."

"Managing it isn't the same as owning it." Naomi turned the document toward me.

"Your father left you more shares than Marcus and his two closest directors hold combined."

"For all these years, you've simply allowed him to vote on your behalf."

I tried to remember how many documents I had signed.

Every year around our wedding anniversary, Marcus would leave a stack of papers on the breakfast table.

He would turn to the last page for me, hand me…