Flowers.
He was wearing the navy suit I used to love.
His hair was perfect.
His watch cost more than some people earned in six months.
The man looked ready for a magazine cover titled Devoted Husband Begs Wife to Come Home.
Security stopped him outside.
He demanded to see me.
I watched through the interior camera.
“Tell Audrey I’m not leaving,” he said.
The guard remained expressionless.
“Then you’ll be standing here for a long time.”
Dominic lowered his voice.
“I’m her husband.”
“You’ve mentioned that.”
“My son is inside.”
“The child is safe.”
“You can’t keep me from my family.”
That was when my father walked into view.
Dominic froze.
Dad wore civilian clothes.
But Dominic recognized him now.
His posture changed instantly.
“General Brooks.”
Dad stopped ten feet away.
“Mr. Hale.”
Dominic swallowed.
“I think there’s been a misunderstanding between Audrey and me.”
“No.”
Dominic blinked.
Dad continued.
“There was no misunderstanding.”
“We had an argument.”
“My daughter left a hospital five days after abdominal surgery carrying an infant because you chose to take your mother to lunch in her vehicle.”
Dominic glanced toward the camera.
“I didn’t force her onto the bus.”
Dad’s face became completely still.
“That is the defense you chose?”
Dominic opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Dad stepped closer.
“Listen carefully. I am not speaking to you as a general.”
Dominic nodded too quickly.
“I understand.”
“No. I don’t think you do.”
Dad’s voice stayed low.
“I am speaking to you as Audrey’s father. Her legal matters will be handled by counsel. Leo’s custody arrangements will be handled through the appropriate process. You will not intimidate her. You will not harass her. You will not use my position as an excuse for your own decisions.”
Dominic looked almost relieved at that last part.
Then Dad added, “And you will stop telling people that I destroyed your life.”
Dominic’s face changed.
Apparently Dad already knew.
“I never—”
“My staff received three calls this morning from people asking whether I pressured investors to abandon Hale Capital.”
Dominic went pale.
Dad stared at him.
“I did not.”
Then he stepped closer.
“You did that yourself.”
That was the part Dominic hadn’t understood.
My father didn’t need to ruin him.
Dominic had already built the mechanism.
Caroline’s forensic accountants found it in less than seventy-two hours.
Hale Capital had been weaker than Dominic admitted.
Much weaker.
Several major investors had committed money partly because Dominic’s presentations suggested that my assets were effectively available to support the company.
He never directly wrote that I guaranteed his investments.
He was smarter than that.
But he repeatedly described our household financial position as evidence that Hale Capital had “substantial family-backed liquidity.”
There was one problem.
The liquidity was mine.
Separate property.
