Northbridge Capital Partners was the investment division I had founded two years earlier.
Charles continued, “Their founder is notoriously private, but once they approve us, we’ll be positioned for huge growth.”
“Sounds important,” I said.
“It is,” Evelyn replied. “That kind of world is probably difficult to understand if you didn’t grow up around business.”
Arthur squeezed my hand beneath the table.
I nearly laughed again.
At 9:17 p.m., my phone vibrated.
Nina.
I excused myself.
Her message contained four attachments.
The Wells family business was in even worse condition than I expected.
Wells Development had overextended itself. Two projects were delayed, and one lender had already rejected refinancing.
Their proposed Northbridge deal wasn’t financing for expansion.
It was keeping them alive.
Then I found the second surprise.
Arthur had personally guaranteed several company debts.
Without refinancing, he could face millions in exposure.
I stared at my screen.
They weren’t simply hiding their financial problems from the supposedly poor woman Arthur planned to marry.
They intended to bring me into that mess without telling me.
Nina called.
“There’s more,” she said.
“What?”
“Your fiancé met with a family attorney three weeks ago. They drafted a prenup.”
“That’s normal.”
“This one isn’t.”
She explained the terms.
The agreement tried to classify nearly all future income connected to Wells family businesses as separate property while using broad language to make household liabilities shared.
It was aggressive.
And heavily one-sided.
I returned to dinner.
Arthur smiled.
“Everything okay?”
“Perfect.”
Charles raised his glass.
“To family.”
I lifted mine.
“To transparency.”
Evelyn looked at me strangely.
Then Arthur reached inside his jacket.
“I actually have something.”
He removed a folder.
My pulse stayed steady.
“My parents think we should handle some practical things before the wedding.”
He pushed it toward me.
The prenup.
Madison smiled.
“Nothing romantic about paperwork, right?”
Arthur touched my wrist.
“Just sign it when you’ve had time. Standard stuff.”
I opened the folder, slowly reviewed several pages, then closed it.
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