Chapter 13 - The Retaliation
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Brooke did not wait for the loan sharks to destroy her. True to her nature, when cornered, she went on the offensive.
By Saturday morning, my phone began vibrating with notifications from distant relatives, former neighbors, and acquaintances.
I opened Facebook.
Brooke had posted a massive, sprawling status update to her entire social network. She played the victim with terrifying, manipulative precision.
I am heartbroken to share that Mason and I have been ruthlessly evicted from our home by his controlling, abusive parents. After I spent hours preparing a beautiful housewarming party to celebrate our life together, my father-in-law flew into a narcissistic rage, kicked all our guests out, and demanded we vacate the property immediately simply because I asked his wife to stop criticizing my cooking. We are currently homeless, sleeping in a hotel. Please keep us in your prayers as we navigate this devastating family betrayal.
She had disabled comments, ensuring the narrative remained uncontested.
Lorraine read the post over my shoulder, her jaw tightening. “She is a sociopath.”
“She is setting a public narrative to paint herself as a victim before the fraud allegations break,” I analyzed, recognizing the PR tactic. “If she goes to prison, she wants everyone to believe we drove her to it out of malice.”
“Are you going to respond?” Lorraine asked.
“Never argue with a liar in public,” I said, tossing my phone onto the counter. “You win by producing the receipts.”
I picked up the landline and dialed my attorney, Marcus.
“Did you see the post?” Marcus asked as soon as he answered.
“I saw it,” I replied. “Are the documents prepared?”
“The dossier is complete, David. Every forged signature, every fraudulent transfer, and the complete paper trail linking Brooke to the Ponzi scheme and the Vance lending firm.”
“Good,” I commanded. “I want you to formally submit the dossier to the Texas State Securities Board and the District Attorney’s office for white-collar crime. Hand-deliver it on Monday morning.”
“Once I submit this, David, it’s out of our hands,” Marcus warned gently. “The state will issue an arrest warrant. There is no taking it back. Your daughter-in-law will be indicted.”
I looked across the kitchen at Lorraine. She offered a single, resolute nod.
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“Execute it, Marcus,” I said, hanging up the phone.
The public could have their social media drama. I was initiating a federal strike.
