“A moment ago, Mr. Harrison called my son an idiot. He mocked his background. He mocked his worth.”
I took a breath.
“My son is an honest man. He pays his debts. He is faithful. He lives in truth. And that makes him richer than you will ever be, Robert.”
Robert stepped forward, his face flushing red. “Get off the stage. You’re drunk.”
“I am stone sober,” I snapped, turning on him. “And I have proof.”
I reached into my purse and pulled out the sheaf of papers. I held them up.
“Over the last few weeks, I investigated you, Robert. Because I knew a man who bullies honest people usually has a lot to hide.”
Mrs. Catherine stood up at the head table. “What is this?”
“I’m sorry, Catherine,” I said softly. “But your husband has two families.”
Gasps rippled through the room.
“He has a woman named Jessica Miller,” I announced, my voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. “And two children. A boy and a girl. He pays for their apartment and their private school with company funds.”
“Lies!” Robert screamed, lunging for me. “She’s crazy! Cut the mic!”
I sidestepped him. “I have photos!” I threw the copies of the photos onto the nearest table. Guests scrambled to pick them up. “I have bank transfers! I have the lease agreements!”
