A tear splashed onto the paper, blurring the ink slightly. I hadn’t realized Robert had noticed those interactions. I’d always made excuses for Jonathan’s dismissive behavior, telling myself he was just busy, just stressed with his career.
So, I created this split inheritance with very deliberate intentions. Jonathan has received what he will see as the valuable portion—the penthouse, the visible investments, the status symbols. But what you’re looking at now, my love, is the real wealth.
These three cars alone are worth approximately twelve million dollars. The documentation will confirm their provenance, and you’ll find contact information for Marcus Weatherbe, my trusted dealer and adviser for these acquisitions. He can help you with whatever you decide to do with them.
Twelve million dollars.
I looked up at the three silent machines, their gleaming surfaces reflecting the overhead lights. That couldn’t possibly be right.
But the cars are just the beginning.
In the safe behind the photograph of us in Venice—combination is our anniversary—you’ll find documentation for several investment properties I’ve acquired over the past six years, all placed in a living trust that transferred to your name upon my death. You’ll also find banking information for accounts that should provide you with comfortable income for the rest of your life.
