changed.
He recovered quickly.
“Who?”
I almost laughed.
“Don’t.”
He leaned back.
“Sofia, I think you’re confused.”
I placed a photograph on the table.
Julian and Vanessa outside the medical clinic.
He stared at it.
Then I placed copies of the financial records beside it.
The apartment payments.
The transfers to Marcus.
The questionable business expenses.
His jaw tightened.
“Where did you get these?”
I didn’t answer.
Victoria spoke.
“We’re here to address serious discrepancies in the financial information and the evidence being prepared for divorce negotiations.”
Julian looked from her to me.
“This is ridiculous.”
Then Victoria played the recording.
Marcus’s voice filled the room.
“She’s asleep again.”
A moment later, Julian’s own voice followed.
“Good. Vanessa’s waiting. Make sure the pictures look convincing.”
The color drained from his face.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then he shook his head.
“You’re taking that conversation out of context.”
Victoria
