PART 2
At first, I wanted to defend Derek. I said he never hit me. Catherine calmly explained that abuse was not only physical. Taking my money, isolating me, humiliating me, and abandoning me in danger were all forms of control.
Then a sleek black car arrived. Her driver stepped out and called her Mrs. Wilmington. Catherine invited me to come home with her.
I was stunned, but she smiled and said, “Your husband thought he left you with nothing. He doesn’t know he left you with the richest woman in this city.”
At her mansion, I learned Catherine had once owned Wilmington Industries. She gave me a safe room, food, a new phone, and access to her lawyer.
Over the next few days, the truth became clear. Derek had been secretly draining our savings and spending thousands at restaurants and hotels with another woman named Brenda. Catherine’s lawyer prepared everything for divorce, while a therapist helped me understand how deeply Derek had controlled me.
For the first time in years, I began to breathe.
Then Catherine told me Derek would attend a charity gala as a sponsor. She wanted me to go with her — not as the frightened wife he had abandoned, but as her granddaughter and heir.
I was terrified, but I agreed.
That Saturday night, I arrived in an emerald gown beside Catherine. The entire room noticed us.
And then Derek saw me.
His face turned white.
