Chapter 12 - Feeding the Beast
I drafted a series of highly confidential, entirely fabricated documents detailing a secret cash reserve.
The documents made it look like Eleanor had hidden fifty million dollars in an untraceable Cayman Islands trust.
I left the fake folder carelessly open on my desk and asked Sarah to organize my office while I went to lunch.
When I returned, the folder was exactly where I left it, but slightly askew.
I checked the hidden security camera I had installed the night before, confirming my suspicions.
The footage showed Sarah frantically taking photos of every page with her smartphone before texting them away.
Julian took the bait hook, line, and sinker.
The very next day, his lawyers filed a bombastic petition with the divorce court, accusing me of hiding vast sums of wealth.
They demanded the judge freeze all my assets and award him immediate access to the "Cayman Trust."
Victoria called me, practically cackling with glee over the phone.
“He just committed perjury by submitting falsified, unsubstantiated claims to a federal judge,” she explained.
“When we prove this trust doesn't exist, the judge will sanction him so hard his head will spin.”
I smiled, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my corner office at the sprawling city below.
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Julian was so blinded by his greed and his desire to break me that he was walking blindly off a cliff.
He thought he was outsmarting me, but he was merely digging his own financial grave deeper every single day.
