Chapter 11 - A Secret Meeting In A Downtown Manhattan Café
Rain tapped lightly against the steamy glass windows of a quiet corner booth in a dimly lit downtown bistro.
Julian sat across from me, wearing a wrinkled shirt and looking like a man who hadn't slept in three days.
“Vivienne... please. Drop the criminal charges, and I’ll sign an immediate, quiet divorce,” Julian pleaded hoarsely.
I took a slow sip of my tea, staring at him with a detachment that frightened him more than my anger.
“You tried to steal my heritage and frame me for your own financial ruin, Julian,” I said quietly.
“My mother forced me into it! She said we needed the trust to maintain our social standing!” he stammered defensively.
“A grown man blaming his mother for his crimes is pathetic; you made your bed, now lie in it,” I replied firmly.
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I slid a finalized copy of the uncontested fault divorce settlement across the table toward his shaking hands.
“Sign your name, surrender all claims, and let the federal prosecutors decide your remaining future,” I concluded.
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