Chapter 8 - The Shareholder Meeting

Julian stood at the head of the boardroom.

My chair was empty.

He had left it there intentionally.

A memorial gesture.

Or a trophy.

Behind him, a screen displayed:

BEAUMONT–NORTHSTAR MERGER

Celeste sat to his right.

Smiling.

The board vote began at ten.

At 10:06, Julian announced:

“As executor of my late wife’s estate, I vote her shares in favor.”

That was the moment the doors opened.

Nobody noticed at first.

Then one director looked up.

His face went white.

Celeste turned.

The folder slipped from her hand.

Julian followed her gaze.

I walked into the room.

No cane.

No dark glasses.

No hand guiding me.

I could see every face.

Especially his.

Julian stopped breathing.

“No.”

I smiled.

“Good morning, husband.”

A director whispered:

“Amelia?”

Julian stepped backward.

“This isn’t possible.”

“Interesting.”

I placed my bag on the table.

“That’s almost exactly what Celeste said after you pushed me off Blackwater Bridge.”

Celeste stood.

“You’re insane.”

I looked at her.

“And I can see you now.”

That silenced her.

Julian recovered enough to speak.

“Amelia, you’ve been injured. You’re confused.”

There it was.

The old strategy.

Make me helpless.

Make me unreliable.

Maya entered behind me with two attorneys.

Then two investigators.

Then a court-appointed trustee.

Julian’s face collapsed.

I walked toward my old chair.

He blocked me.

“That seat—”

“Belongs to the largest living shareholder.”

I emphasized one word.

“Living.”

He moved.

I sat.

Maya distributed documents.

The vote was suspended.

Julian’s executor authority terminated instantly because I was alive.

His power of attorney had already been revoked.

Transfers to Northstar were frozen.

Celeste stared at me with naked hatred.

“You have no idea what you’re doing.”

I almost admired the irony.

“For months, that sentence worked because I couldn’t read what you put in front of me.”

I opened the merger agreement.

Then read directly from it.

“Now I can.”

Julian’s eyes filled.

“Amelia, please.”

“Please what?”

“Let me explain.”

“You had eight months.”

“I was afraid.”

“So you pushed me off a bridge?”

He looked around.

“This is not the place.”

I leaned back.

“You were comfortable making business decisions based on my death in this room.”

Then I smiled.

“It seems perfect.”

Investigators played only thirty seconds of the smartwatch recording.

My scream.

Celeste:

“Is she gone?”

Julian:

“She can’t survive that.”

Nobody moved.

Celeste ran.

She reached the hallway.

Police were waiting.

Julian did not run.

He simply sat down.

As officers approached, he looked at me.

“You loved me.”

I felt something tear inside my chest.

Then heal.

“Yes.”

His eyes searched mine.

“Doesn’t that mean anything?”

“It means your betrayal hurt.”

I stood.

“It does not mean you get away with it.”

They handcuffed him.

He stared at my eyes.

“How can you see?”

I thought of Elias.

Nina.

The river.

The months Julian stole from me.

Then answered:

“Because the person who saved me cared more about my sight than my husband did.”

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The doors closed behind him.

And for the first time in almost a year, Julian Reed no longer controlled what I saw.