Chapter 10 - Diane’s Desperate Attempt To Control The Narrative
Back in the city, Diane Blackwood was already executing damage control across high-society circles.
She released an official statement through her public relations firm claiming I had suffered a severe mental breakdown.
Tabloid blogs picked up the story within hours, painting me as an unstable, erratic wife who abandoned her home.
Footage of the Sunday dinner argument was leaked selectively to make it look like I had violently attacked an elderly woman.
My phone flooded with text messages from mutual acquaintances expressing shock and fake concern.
I ignored every single notification, sitting in Victoria’s law office as we reviewed the federal counter-complaint.
“Let them play their PR games,” Victoria advised calmly, sliding a formal injunction document across the desk.
“Public sympathy doesn't override wire fraud, bank records, and notarized confessions.”
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“When do we serve them?” I asked, watching the city traffic crawl past the tenth-floor window.
“Tomorrow morning during their quarterly executive board meeting at Sterling Holdings,” Victoria smiled sharply.
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