Chapter 8 - The Confrontation
Brooke walked into the master bedroom, her golden gown trailing behind her as she looked around at the stripped wardrobe in confusion.
"Where is she?" Brooke asked, her tone laced with disdain. "Did your pregnant little wife finally take the hint and run away?"
Adrian turned toward Brooke, his eyes dark with mounting panic. "Brooke... did you know Claire had signing authority on the trust?"
Brooke scoffed, pouring herself a glass of water from the nightstand carafe. "Of course not. You told me she was just a penniless former secretary you married out of pity. Why does it matter? We're engaged now."
"It matters because she just froze every single dollar I have!" Adrian snapped, shoving the legal papers into her hands. "The house, the cars, the firm—everything is locked!"
Brooke stared at the legal documents, her confident expression crumbling into sharp suspicion. "What do you mean locked? Adrian, you told me you were worth eighty million dollars!"
"I am! But the funds are tied to her family trust!" Adrian yelled, running a frantic hand through his dark hair.
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Brooke’s eyes narrowed as she looked at him, her tone turning ice-cold. "If you don't have access to that money, Adrian... then what exactly am I marrying?"
👉 What happened at the 8:00 AM board meeting six hours later?
