The police officers silently gathered the documents from the table and left the office, ignoring Simon’s protests and threats. The chief turned his face, twisted with malice, and hissed. Don’t get happy.
You’re still fired. She stood up and resolutely headed for the exit. I wasn’t planning to stay here after such treachery on your part, she threw over her shoulder as she walked.
The chief became even angrier and shouted after her in fury. I’ll make you regret this. I’ll destroy your reputation to dust.
No one in this city will hire you in your profession. At the entrance to the building, Jenny’s savior was waiting for her. Now, his face no longer seemed stern, but rather kind-hearted.
Let me give you a ride, he offered. My name is Bernard. He extended his broad, strong hand to Jenny.
Only now did she realize it was exactly this kind of strong hand, one she could lean on, that she had been missing lately. She looked at Bernard with gratitude, got into the passenger seat of the old foreign car, and noticed the malicious face of her boss briefly flashing in the window of his office. Where to? The driver asked.
The decision was made instantly. Not far from here. To the registry office.
I want to file for divorce. Twice already, Anthony had searched through all the papers in the home safe, but he couldn’t find the marriage certificate. But it has to be somewhere, right? Maybe they can manage without it at the divorce proceedings, but he would feel better if it was found.
The man furiously began pulling out all the drawers from his father’s desk. The bottom drawer was crammed with notebooks and sheets covered in illegible handwriting. After his father’s death, Anthony had once tried to go through the records, but at that time, there was neither the time, nor the desire, nor the emotional strength to do so, as the wound of losing a loved one was still fresh.
The task was postponed for a later date, and then successfully forgotten in the flow of daily worries. The office was rarely opened, and all the company’s affairs were handled directly in the office. Maybe the certificate accidentally ended up in this drawer? The man thought, and finally, for the first time in many years, started carefully laying out all the contents on the desk.
The sought-after document was still missing, but at the very bottom, there was an unknown folder. Inside, there were a couple of hundred shares for each family member. Upon closely examining the company’s name, the man was stunned.
It was a well-known corporation, and the rise in stock prices had occurred over the last decade. Apparently, his wise father had bought these shares when they were worth nothing, foreseeing the company’s potential. Anthony’s heart raced, as if it were about to leap out of his chest.
His fingers, trembling with excitement, tapped the keyboard, trying to find the most important information at that moment. The internet didn’t let him down, and quickly showed the current value of the stocks. Anthony bit his lip and even grabbed his head, quickly calculating the total sum.
It was a fortune. Well, thanks, Dad. Now, that’s an inheritance.
But after studying the documents again, Anthony realized that not everything was as rosy as it seemed at first. A full third of the precious shares were registered in Jenny’s name. His father had always liked his daughter-in-law and had accepted her into the family as his own.
But in light of recent events, his affection had turned into a real catastrophe. Could he really have to give up such a huge fortune? Oh, if only he could manage all the papers. With that kind of money, he could stop worrying about the future.
Anthony had just come up with a grand idea to expand his own business, and he needed exactly that amount. Plus, his upcoming wedding to Betty and their honeymoon on tropical islands would cost a pretty penny. No, he definitely needed his ex-wife’s share.
He had to buy it from Jenny for a pittance before it was too late. She didn’t understand any of this anyway. His hand reached for the phone, instinctively dialing the familiar number.
I need to talk to you, Jenny. For almost a month now, Jenny had been living at Vanessa’s in her small, old apartment on the outskirts of the city. On the day the young woman filed for divorce, she decisively packed her things and left Anthony, not waiting for his return from what he had claimed to be a business trip.
It was then that the clairvoyant had suggested she stay with them and Bruce. The boy was thrilled with the decision. Now he didn’t have to be apart from his beloved Jenny and could listen to her reading fairy tales late into the evening.
Seeing the shabby place his wife was now living in, and noticing that she hadn’t even insisted on dividing the property, Anthony felt a bit uneasy, but only for a moment. The man quickly suppressed his guilty conscience. After all, she had chosen this herself.
No one forced her. If she wanted to live like before, fine, but no, she had to rebel. Jenny, he began with an unusually sweet voice, I was going through some papers and remembered that there are a few shares registered in your name.
Your father bought them a long time ago. Of course, those papers are worth next to nothing, but I need them for work. Could you give them to me? I’ll pay you, of course, right away.
The woman shrugged, why not? Any money would be helpful right now, especially if her husband was offering it. She took a pen to sign the document that he had politely placed in front of her. Don’t sell them.
A stern voice sounded from behind. It was Vanessa. With a serious frown, she looked at the guest from under her brows.
Don’t sell them. She repeated. Your husband wants to deceive you again.
He’s hiding something. I can see it. What nonsense? Anthony exclaimed, outraged.
This old woman has completely lost her mind. Sign here and here, he pointed to the spots at the end of the page. But Jenny frowned and decisively pushed the documents away from herself.
No, Anthony. I won’t sign. Vanessa is rarely wrong.
I’ll check everything first and then we’ll see. Who are you listening to? The husband was furious. Bitterly smiling, the woman asked.
Who should I listen to? There’s no trust left for you. There was nothing to argue with. Grinding his teeth and throwing an angry look at the elderly woman, the man had to leave, empty-handed.
Vanessa turned out to be right, intervening just in time and stopping the unfavorable deal. After selling the shares, Jenny received a substantial sum. It turned out that the money was just enough for Bruce’s surgery and rehabilitation period.
Jenny didn’t even think about keeping all the money for herself. Her first thought was for the sick boy. She simply couldn’t act any other way.