Chapter 4

Charles' face cycled through a spectacular range of colors, from white to green to a thunderous shade of black.

He really had forgotten.

He had forgotten the look on his lawyer's face five years ago when I had presented my list of personal assets.

He had forgotten how eagerly he had signed on the dotted line, desperate to secure the marriage and gain access to my family's connections in the renewable energy sector.

"Grace!"

He practically growled my name through clenched teeth.

"Don't try to change the subject! So the house is yours. What of it? The 300-million-dollar investment for…