Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal
“He has not called my office yet,” Avery said. “I suspect he does not know the funds were halted, or he is waiting for Victoria to check the account balance.”
I reached into my purse, pulled out the heavy blue envelope Michael had given me, and placed it on the desk. “He handed me this at the reception, claiming it was a personal note from his bride.”
Avery adjusted his glasses and stared at the blue paper. “Are you going to open it?”
“Not yet,” I said, sliding the envelope into the top drawer of my desk. “First, I want to know who was in my house last night.”
He sighed, his shoulders dropping slightly. “I still believe there must be an explanation that does not involve your family, Beatrice.”
“We will let the facts provide the explanation,” I replied, locking the drawer.
Avery opened the first red leather binder, the thick pages rustling in the quiet of the study. “The trust documents are currently split into three separate files, all of which require your signature to alter.”
