While my brother's funeral was underway, Ethan Whitmore spent a fortune renting a private island and putting on a fireworks display, all to welcome back his first love, Chloe Bennett.   Comments flooded the livestream chat.   A: [Mr. Whitmore, isn't your brother-in-law's funeral today?]   Ethan pulled Chloe into his arms, his voice dripping with disdain.   "Talk about bad luck. He's already dead. Does everyone else have to sit around crying over him?"   The large memorial hall sat nearly empty.   My mother-in-law, Patricia Monroe, sat off to the side sipping coffee and rolled her eyes.   "Enough. Stop crying. No matter how much Ethan dotes on that woman, you're still entitled to half the marital property. You should know when you've got it good."   They seemed to have forgotten.   Years ago, when the Whitmore family nearly went bankrupt in a boardroom power grab, Owen stepped in. He saved Ethan's life and kept the Whitmore family from collapsing.   Before he died, he gave me every debt guarantee document tied to the Whitmore family.   'Know when I've got it good? I'll make all of you pay.'