I sat behind the wheel of the rental car, my fingers trembling so badly that even sending a message seemed difficult.
I called my attorney, Mara Ellis, and explained what had happened. I told her to preserve the banking alerts, refrain from confronting Grant, and seek an emergency hearing concerning the money he had taken from our marital accounts.
“Are you safe?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Then come to my office.”
I drove past Bennett Freight Solutions’ glass headquarters. Grant styled himself its visionary founder and constantly reminded me he carried the entire business.
But its biggest investor wasn’t an unfamiliar corporation.
It was me.
Three months earlier, I’d secretly approved an independent audit after my firm’s analysts found invoices for nonexistent trucks.
PART 2 —
THE SECRET BEHIND HIS EMPIRE
By Monday, Grant had filed for divorce. His proposed settlement denied me support, any interest in our home, and all claims against his business.
His attorney, Richard Sloane, added, “Our client believes this generous offer will help Ms. Bennett avoid unnecessary embarrassment.”
