After Her Arrogant Husband Hires His Mistress to Publicly Humiliate Her at Their $450 Million Firm, Secret Board Advisor Claire Signs Their Direct Dismissal Order Only to Pay a Devastating Personal...
The legal battles stretched on, but the core work of recovery and cleansing was largely complete. Julian’s criminal indictment was moving forward, and the process of seizing and liquidating his personal and corporate assets was well underway. Every last dollar Julian had tried to steal, every piece of property he’d illicitly acquired, was being systematically converted back into cash.
I instructed Harrison Croft to direct all recovered funds, after the initial restitution to Kincaid-Montgomery Capital, into a new, charitable entity.
“The Montgomery-Kincaid Foundation for Congenital Heart Research,” I announced to Croft one overcast morning, my voice firm. “Dedicated to advancing research into congenital heart defects and supporting families affected by childhood cardiac conditions.”
Croft paused, pen hovering over his legal pad. “And the funding, Ms. Montgomery?”
“Every dollar from the liquidation of Julian Kincaid’s seized shares,” I clarified. “Every cent that was once his, now belongs to this foundation. It will be a perpetual endowment in Leo’s memory.”
Croft nodded, a flicker of something close to respect in his eyes. “A fitting legacy, Claire.”
I didn’t want a legacy. I wanted Leo back.
The foundation was meticulously established. I poured myself into the details, working late nights, ensuring every clause, every mission statement, every board appointment reflected Leo’s gentle spirit and the tragedy that had taken him. It was a distraction, a way to channel the suffocating grief into something tangible, something that might prevent another family from experiencing such a devastating loss.
I signed the final documents, legally erasing Julian’s financial existence and turning his ill-gotten gains into a force for good. The satisfaction was fleeting, a thin veneer over the unhealing wound in my heart.
The legal teams assured me everything was done. Julian was stripped bare, facing decades in prison. Chloe had vanished, reportedly seen fleeing to Europe, a pariah in every social circle she once aspired to. The Montgomery name was restored, polished, and revered.
But the silence in my life was deafening. The grand house felt empty. The city, once a vibrant backdrop to my ambitions, now seemed muted, monochrome.
I had one last place to go, one final, solitary act of closure before the next phase of this hollow existence could begin. I needed to visit Leo.
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