PART 3: I never told my ex-husband or his wealthy family that I was the secret owner of the multi-billion dollar company where they all worked. To them, I was just the “poor, pregnant burden” they tolerated out of obligation.

Jessica laughed again.
“Who are you calling? A charity? It’s Sunday, honey.”
“Brendan,” Diane sighed while pouring more wine, “give her twenty dollars for a cab and make her disappear.”
I didn’t answer.I opened the contact saved as “Arthur – EVP Legal” and waited.
He answered on the first ring.
“Cassidy?” he said immediately. “Are you alright?”
I looked Brendan straight in the eyes.
“No. Execute Protocol 7. Now.”
There was a brief silence on the other end.
Arthur knew exactly what that order meant.
“Cassidy… if I activate it,” he said cautiously, “the Morrisons could lose everything.”
“They already lost it,” I replied, placing the phone on the glass table. “Make it effective.”
Brendan frowned.
“Protocol 7? What the hell is that? Another one of your dramas?”
I held his gaze while the water continued to fall from my hair onto the pristine floor.
Then, outside, we heard brakes.
Footsteps.
And the sound of the front door opening, because when the head of security pronounced my real name, Brendan’s laughter died instantly…
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