reading.
With every paragraph, the truth became more frightening.
Julian wasn’t merely planning to leave me.
He was planning to make me believe I had done something wrong.
The staged photographs were intended to create a false impression that I had been hiding a relationship of my own.
He planned to use them to pressure me into an unfavorable divorce settlement.
He wanted me frightened.
Confused.
And desperate enough to sign away my ownership interests without questioning the documents.
Suddenly, the pieces fit together.
The missing hours.
The photographs.
Vanessa.
Marcus’s payments.
And Julian’s determination to convince me that my memory couldn’t be trusted.
I stared at the papers.
Then I whispered,
“You weren’t trying to protect me, Julian. You were trying to take everything from me.”
I carefully preserved copies of the documents.
Then I contacted a medical professional about my unexplained sleepiness and memory gaps.
I also arranged
