I eased Rick to the floor. His breathing had gone thin and shallow. Violet was shaking so hard she nearly dropped the phone.
“Call an ambulance.”
“Violet. Look at me. Tell them his age and the address.”
She nodded and forced the words out.
Rick’s fingers locked around my wrist. “Don’t let them bully you into silence.”
“I won’t.”
He gave the smallest nod.
***
Three days later, he summoned the family.
They came dressed in black, already mourning the version of him they thought would make them rich. Rick sat by the fire, pale as paper, cane at his knee.
“Don’t let them bully you into silence.”
“I’ll save us time,” he said. “Layla remains my wife. After my death, she will oversee the foundation and hold partial control of the company.”
Angela made a sharp sound. Daniel surged halfway up.
Rick lifted one hand. “Sit down.”
“You despise her because you think she wanted my money,” he said. “That would matter more if your lives weren’t built around it.”
Then he looked at Violet. “Your mother’s medical bills were paid by me for three years. Not by your aunt or uncle.”
“Layla remains my wife.”
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“What?”
“The records are in my study. Along with everything else, including the way Daniel has been stealing from me and Angela has been firing my staff.”
Angela opened her mouth.
“Don’t speak.”
Then his eyes found mine. “Layla is the only person in this room who ever spoke to me like a man instead of a cash cow. She’ll be protected. Our marriage isn’t romantic, but it is based on respect and integrity.”
“The records are in my study.”
***
After they left, Violet found me crying in the hall.
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