"You are lying!" Chloe rushed forward and pointed at me. "Everyone knows you are just a housewife clinging to Ethan. Assets? Family resources? Connections? Investment capital? Please. Who do you think you are fooling?"
I looked at Ethan, my eyes cold and unreadable. "Is that what you told your mistress?"
Ethan's face turned ashen, and for once, he had nothing to say.
I smiled calmly at the guests.
"Ethan, the startup capital for your company was one million dollars, and it came from my premarital assets. The bank transfer and your handwritten promissory note are both on file."
The screens changed, and the evidence appeared.
A gasp rippled through the room.
"I also handled the incorporation of your company. I still have the original registration documents, and we signed a prenuptial
