I brought it.
He didn’t even look at me.
“You forgot the sugar, you useless old woman!”
I smiled.
“I’m sorry, Robert. I’ll be more careful tomorrow.”
He didn’t notice that my hands were no longer trembling.
Because I’d already decided exactly what gift I was going to give him on our anniversary.
He seemed surprised to see me.
“Margaret, has something happened?”
I placed an old leather folder on his desk.
“Please check these documents.”
He began reading.
A few minutes later, he removed his glasses.
“Does Robert know you still have these?”
“No.”
“Does he know that the majority of the company’s shares are registered in your name?”
I nodded silently.
Forty-five years earlier, when we got married, my father had left me a small amount of money.
Robert dreamed of starting his own construction company.
I invested every penny I had in his business.
My father had insisted that the investment be properly documented.
Sixty percent of the company’s shares had been registered in my name.
