My Husband and Six Relatives Flew His Pregnant Mistress to Miami—So I Froze Their Assets…

He took the pen.

“After this, Amelia, you let me lead. Completely.”

“Yes.”

He signed the first page.

Then the second.

Then every page Margaret had marked.

His signature looked strong, assured, almost elegant.

When he was done, he leaned back like a monarch.

“There. Now relax. I’m home.”

I collected the papers with both hands.

He believed he had signed himself continue reading …