He Chose Fireworks Over a Billion-Dollar Inheritance

Synopsis

My husband's father, Michael Shenwell, was in a bad car wreck, and he was hanging by a thread. With almost nothing left in him, and to keep the family from tearing itself apart after he was gone, he laid out his will in front of the city's press and his lawyers. He announced that whichever of his two sons reached his bedside first would inherit the entire thirty-billion-dollar empire. Jason Shenwell was overseas, and my husband, the older son, Henry Shenwell, was a ten-minute drive from the hospital. It should have been the easiest thirty billion dollars anyone ever walked into. I called until my phone was hot, and Henry turned his off. His first love had said she was having a bad day and wanted him to watch a private fireworks show with her at the top of the Ferris wheel. In my last life, I lost my mind over it. I brought bodyguards into the amusement park, hauled him out, and drove him to Michael's bedside. He had barely gotten to his knees before Michael stopped breathing, and just like that, he was the richest man in the state. But his first love had been left alone up in the cold, and she came down with a fever. She sobbed and screamed that he didn't care about her and said she was done with him. It broke him. Once he had full control of everything, he tied me to a block of stone and dropped me into International Waters. "If you hadn't stuck your money-grubbing nose into it, Lydia never would have gotten scared and gotten sick. The money was always going to be mine. Who asked you?" When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment the lawyer was begging me to make the call. His newest Instagram post was still on my screen. [Sky could fall and I'd still be right here watching the fireworks with my princess.] I double-tapped it. Then I opened my thread with Jason and typed: [Jason, how would you like to make a deal?]