Chapter 3 - Shadows in the Penthouse
The rain poured heavily over the Boston skyline as Genevieve stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of her private library at the Montgomery estate.
In her hand, she held a sleek, encrypted tablet. On the screen was a detailed financial ledger provided quietly by her uncle, a senior director at the Federal SEC Audit Division.
For three years, the Montgomery family had treated Genevieve like an outsider—a trophy wife from a respectable but lesser family, tolerated only because her father's port authority connections made their shipping routes cheaper. They assumed she spent her days organizing charity galas and choosing curtain fabrics.
They had no idea that before marrying Julian, Genevieve had graduated top of her class in forensic accounting from Columbia University.
The door behind her opened softly. Julian walked in, carrying two untouched mugs of tea. He looked exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes revealing he hadn't slept a wink since the confrontation at Greenwich Manor forty-eight hours ago.
"Father called an emergency board meeting for tomorrow morning at nine," Julian said, setting the mugs down on the glass table. "He wants me to take a leave of absence 'for the sake of the company's public image' until Chloe's paternity test results come back."
Genevieve didn't turn around. "Of course he does. If you take a leave of absence, Archibald can step into your executive position temporarily and authorize the final transfer of the Sterling merger funds."
Julian sat down heavily in an armchair, burying his face in his hands. "I can't believe Dominic was back. I can't believe my own father lied to my face for six months."
Genevieve turned around, walking over to stand beside his chair. She placed a gentle, warm hand on her husband's shoulder.
"Julian, look at me," she commanded gently.
Julian looked up, his eyes full of pain and self-doubt. "Do you really believe me, Gen? Everyone else in my family thinks I'm a monster. My mother called me this morning crying, telling me I ruined our reputation."
"Your mother is a fool who only cares about her country club membership," Genevieve said flatly. "I know you didn't touch her, Julian. But we need to move fast. Dominic didn't just come back to sleep with your secretary and ruin your marriage. He came back to steal your life."
She tapped her tablet screen, sliding it toward Julian.
"What is this?" Julian asked, frowning as he looked at the complex flowcharts.
"Dominic has been signing corporate acquisition documents using your forged signature for sixteen weeks," Genevieve revealed. "Every contract signed under your name contains a shell company clause that routes fifteen percent of the liquidation capital into an account in the Cayman Islands under the name Vance Capital."
Julian’s eyes widened. "Vance? Like Chloe Vance?"
"Chloe wasn't just Dominic's mistress, Julian," Genevieve smiled, a dark, dangerous edge touching her lips. "She was his accomplice. She posted that photo on our anniversary because she thought Dominic was about to execute the final transfer and fly her out to South America. She thought she was forcing Archibald to give her a multi-million-dollar payout to stay quiet about a pregnancy."
Julian looked at his wife in sheer awe. "How did you find all this in two days?"
"Because while your family was busy insulting me on WhatsApp," Genevieve said calmly, "I hired a private investigator to pull the St. Regis security footage and cross-reference Chloe's personal bank statements."
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She picked up her mug, taking a slow sip.
"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, Archibald expects you to bow your head, sign your resignation papers, and take the blame for your brother's mess," Genevieve said, looking directly into Julian's eyes. "Instead, we are going to burn his board meeting to the ground."
