The audio recording captured the thud of the phone dropping. It captured Julian picking it up, his voice a hollow husk as he spoke to the man who had orchestrated his utter ruin through a honey-trap.
“You’ve worked hard playing daddy, Julian,” Victor Thorne’s mocking drawl echoed through the speaker. “The trust your wife built was airtight. But your ego… your need to control women… that was your fatal flaw.”
Julian didn’t yell. He didn’t break things. According to the PI’s report, he simply sank to his knees on the carpet, clutching the DNA report, his mind completely snapping under the weight of his own hubris. Mia fled that same afternoon, taking Thorne’s child with her, leaving Julian alone in a condo purchased with stolen money.
Khloe called me as the sun began to set. “The SEC just formally indicted him. Federal prosecutors are stepping in. He’s looking at seven to ten years. It’s over, Clare.”
