My parents and younger sister laughed loudly at my wedding. “Of course only a cripple would marry a failure like her,”

” he said. “Ownership transferred at nine this morning.”

Vanessa laughed too quickly. “Ownership of what?”

Adrian opened the folder but did not look down. “Mercer Manufacturing.”

The room seemed to lose all air.

My mother gripped my father’s arm. He stared at Adrian, then at Samuel, as if waiting for someone to admit this was a performance.

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