Her cruelty had been real. Being manipulated did not erase what she had done.
But seeing my husband reduce his own sister to a tool finally revealed what I had refused to understand.
He did not love people.
He positioned them.
Me included.
“Why did you support my becoming CEO?” I asked.
He stayed silent.
Martin Hale answered.
“Because he recommended you.”
I turned toward him.
“Three months ago, Shiaoza privately encouraged several directors to consider you. He said the company needed ‘clean operational leadership’ before the next audit cycle.”
The truth settled over me.
He had not supported my career.
He had placed me on the tracks before the train arrived.
Once the fraud surfaced with me as CEO, my name would appear on the approvals, my office would own the restatement, and Jang’s shell companies would supply another villain.
He had designed a collapse with two women underneath it.
His wife.
And his sister.
Shiaoza pushed away from the table.
“You still think this meeting matters.”
He removed a document from his briefcase.
“I control the voting trust.”
The directors murmured.
“Fifty-one percent. Effective upon any incapacity of Eleanor Shiao. Her medical filing last month triggered it.”
He looked at me.
“You can call yourself CEO until midnight. Tomorrow, I replace the board.”
For the first time, I saw fear on Martin Hale’s face.
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