On my wedding day, my husband\u2019s ex-girlfriend, Vanessa, appeared beside our limousine and smiled. \u201cLet me ride with you.\u201d My new husband, Ethan, barely looked at me before saying, \u201cLaurel, just move over so she can fit.\u201d I stared at him in disbelief. Wearing my expensive wedding gown, I had dreamed of this day for months. Two hundred guests waited at our reception, yet Ethan expected me to share my bridal car with his former lover. When I protested, he accused me of being dramatic. Vanessa laughed, insisting that I had nothing to worry about because they had known each other forever. I waited for Ethan to defend me, but he simply rolled his eyes. Something inside me went cold. I gathered my gown, stepped out of the limousine, and walked back to my parents\u2019 house.<\/p>\n
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My husband laughed when I said I was going home. He believed I would eventually return, apologize, and pretend nothing had happened. Vanessa even mocked me as the limousine drove away. Neither of them understood what I was about to do. My father had founded Whitmore Development, the company Ethan proudly worked for as chief operating officer. What Ethan didn’t know was that I secretly owned 68 percent of its voting shares. And three months earlier, I had discovered suspicious payments approved by him. That evening, I called our family lawyer and requested an emergency meeting. Then I opened the latest forensic accounting report. The first figure made my heart race: $287,000 paid to a consulting company owned by Vanessa. Click continue reading below for Part2<\/p>\n
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