Philip approached me in the hallway.
His confident tone was gone.
“Mrs. Bellamy, are there other records we should be aware of?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of records?”
“Capital contribution statements, early tax filings, board notes, loan guarantees, payroll records, company emails, and copies of every ownership document.”
Gavin stared at me.
“You kept all of that?”
“I kept everything.”
Sloane turned toward him.
“You told me she had nothing to do with the company.”
“This is not the time,” Gavin said.
Her expression changed.
For the first time, she looked less like the future wife of a powerful executive and more like a woman realizing she had been given only the version of the story that benefited him.
Across the hallway, Nolan and Parker stood beside the court officer.
Nolan pretended not to listen.
Parker did not.
I walked over and knelt in front of them.
“Are you both okay?”
Nolan looked at me.
“Did Dad lie to us?”
I took a slow breath.
I did not want my sons to carry the bitterness of adults.
“Your father did not explain everything honestly,” I said. “But this is not something you need to fix.”
