Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal
Avery did not immediately close the binder, his hand resting on the edge of the paper.
“We still have the matter of the break-in,” Avery said, looking up at me through his glasses. “The security footage shows Thomas entering with a key card, which is technically unlawful entry even if Michael gave it to him.”
“I told them my decision, Avery,” I said.
“A criminal prosecution would make this public, Beatrice,” Avery said, his voice gentle. “The Boston papers would have the story by tomorrow afternoon.”
“I will not have our family name dragged through the courts for their amusement,” I said.
“Thomas should face consequences for what he did to you,” Avery said.
“The consequence is that his sister married into a family that no longer has a fortune,” I said.
I stood up and walked toward the fireplace, looking at the small stack of logs that had burned down to gray ash.
“What will you do about your hair, Beatrice?” Avery asked, his voice softening as he stood up from the table. “The wig cannot be a permanent solution.”
