Part 15
During mediation, Julian appeared on a screen from his attorney’s office. It was the first time Elena had seen him live since the courthouse hearing.
His face had thinned. Gray showed at his temples. He wore no tie.
The mediator placed them in separate virtual rooms, but Julian requested five minutes to speak directly. Rachel advised against it.
Elena agreed.
His image enlarged on her screen.
For a moment neither spoke.
Then Julian looked at the faint scar on her cheek.
“It’s still there,” he said.
“Yes.”
“I thought it would fade.”
“It mostly did.”
He rubbed his thumb along the edge of his desk. “My attorney says I should not apologize.”
“Then don’t.”
“I already did.”
“You apologized that the glass cut me.”
His eyes lowered. “I threw it to frighten you.”
Elena waited.
“I didn’t mean for it to break that close.”
She almost admired the precision with which he preserved a smaller innocence.
“Why are you telling me?” she asked.
“Because everyone acts as if I don’t know what I did.”
“Do you?”
He looked irritated. The familiar expression came and went so quickly that she wondered whether he felt it or merely inhabited it out of habit.
“I lost my temper,” he said.
“That is what happened inside you.”
“What do you want me to call it?”
“What happened to me.”
He leaned back.
Through the screen, she could see a framed photograph on the wall behind him: a sailboat on gray water. She remembered a weekend in Maine when Julian became furious because wind canceled a planned race. He had spent the afternoon charming strangers at the bar.
“I made you afraid,” he said.
“Yes.”
“I had made you afraid before.”
“Yes.”
His throat moved. “I knew that.”
The admission was so quiet that Elena almost missed it.
There it was—the sentence she had imagined wanting.
It did not free her.
“Why did you forge my signature?” she asked.
His face closed. “That case is pending.”
“You asked to speak.”
“I wanted to discuss us.”
“There is no us separate from what you did.”
“I believed the loans would be repaid.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
“I can’t discuss criminal allegations.”
“You can. You choose not to.”
He looked away.
The mediator’s timer appeared in the corner of the screen. One minute remained.
Julian said, “My mother visited you.”
“Yes.”
“She sold Briarwood.”
“Yes.”
“She cut me out of most of the trust.”
“That is between you and her.”
“She did it because of you.”
“No. She did it because she finally believed you were responsible for your own behavior.”
His jaw tightened. “You always liked that phrase.”
“What phrase?”
“Responsible for your own behavior. As if people operate in isolation.”
“No one operates in isolation.”
“Exactly.”
“But only one person threw the glass.”
He stared at her.
The timer reached zero.
Before the screen separated them, Julian said, “I did love you.”
Elena answered before the image disappeared.
“I know.”
That was the most difficult truth she gave him.
The criminal trial began the following spring.
Elena testified for two days.
Prosecutors asked about the signature pages, the administrative email account, the foundation grants, and Julian’s explanations. Defense attorneys questioned her memory, motives, financial benefits, and decision to stop fertility treatment without telling her husband.
The judge limited some questions. Others were allowed.
“You had already decided to end the marriage before the May guarantee was executed,” the defense attorney said.
“I was considering ending it.”
“You retained counsel in July.”
“Yes.”
“You gathered financial records without informing your husband.”
“Yes.”
“You coordinated with his mother before the board removed him.”
“I spoke with her.”
“You hoped to protect your own assets.”
“Yes.”
“You hoped Mr. Vale would lose control of the company.”
Elena paused.
The truthful answer was complicated.
Part of her had wanted Julian stripped of every title that made people excuse him. Part of her had feared what would happen if he lost them. Part of her had still believed the company needed him because he had repeated that belief for years.
“I hoped he would be prevented from using my name and property without my consent,” she said.
The attorney approached the witness stand. “You understood that your allegations of violence would influence how the board, investigators, and public interpreted financial conduct.”
“No.”
“You did not understand that?”
“I understood it after he threw the glass.”
The jury watched her.
The defense suggested Beatrice had orchestrated witness testimony to regain control of the company. They produced emails showing her concern about Julian’s leadership months before the supper. They pointed out that security had been summoned before any assault occurred.
Beatrice testified that she expected Julian’s anger.
“Because you knew he was violent?” the prosecutor asked.
“Because I knew he believed losing authority was the same as being attacked.”
“Did you believe he might harm someone?”
Beatrice looked at Elena.
“Yes.”
“Why did you invite Elena to dinner?”
The courtroom seemed to narrow.
“Because I thought he would behave better in front of his wife.”
“And did he?”
“No.”
“What do you regret?”
The defense objected.
The judge sustained.
Beatrice’s answer remained unspoken, but her face supplied enough.
Cynthia testified under a cooperation agreement. She admitted notarizing false documents and accessing Elena’s email. The defense attacked her credibility for three days. At one point she began crying and asked for a recess.
Online commentators called the tears manipulative.
Elena remembered Cynthia locating a face cream in Chicago.
Human beings did not become simple because they had done wrong.
The jury convicted Julian on most counts and acquitted him on two involving transactions where evidence of intent was weak.
He did not react visibly when the verdicts were read.
Elena sat behind the prosecutors with Rachel and Mara. Beatrice sat alone across the aisle.
Outside, cameras crowded the courthouse steps.
Elena gave no statement.
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The sentencing occurred four months later.
Former employees submitted impact statements. Lenders described losses. Defense attorneys presented letters from Julian’s friends, professors, and charitable partners. They described his intelligence, generosity, and devotion to preservation projects.
