"That?"
“I’m the new majority shareholder of Hartman Investment Group. My grandmother left me her entire estate, including her 60% stake in your company. I’m your boss now, Andrew.”
The silence grew thick.
Andrew stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa. His designer shirt creased.
“That… that’s not possible. Your grandmother was poor. You’re poor.”
“No,” Graciela retorted, the word cutting through her teeth. “You kept me poor. You made me believe I wasn’t worth investing in. My grandmother was a multimillionaire. And now, so am I.”
She saw him calculate. She saw panic transform into forced flattery.
“Graciela, darling,” he said, his voice suddenly soft, pleading. “I know I haven’t been the best husband. The stress… But you have to understand, I love you. I’ve always loved you. This is wonderful news! We can live the life we deserve, together!”
She laughed. There was no joy in the sound.
“Andrew, three days ago, you saw me get kicked out of a party for being poor and you did nothing. You blamed me for embarrassing you. You gave me two hundred dollars and made me feel like I was asking for too much.”
“I was wrong. I see it now. Please, Graciela. Give me a chance.”
But it was too late. Three days in darkness had given her full insight. Money hadn't changed her. It had only revealed the truth about him.
THE DECISION
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