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Whether anyone believed him was another matter.
His signature was on the transfer documents alongside Victoria’s. Claiming ignorance only worked if people were inclined to give you the benefit of the doubt.
And after 30 years of standing silently beside his wife, Richard had used up most of his goodwill.
Madison and Tyler postponed their honeymoon indefinitely.
I heard from a cousin that Tyler’s parents had concerns about the financial entanglement and wanted their son’s legal exposure clarified before the couple traveled internationally.
The dream of moving into my penthouse was, of course, dead.
The social consequences unfolded more quietly but with devastating precision.
On April 3rd, Victoria received an email from Partners for Justice, the charity organization whose annual gala she’d co-chaired for 17 years. The subject line read, Your invitation status has been updated.
The body was brief and corporate.
Due to circumstances requiring legal resolution, her involvement in the upcoming gala was under review pending further developments.
Translation: She was disinvited.
The Boston Bar Association opened an ethics inquiry after two attorneys who’d attended the wedding filed formal complaints. The complaints didn’t allege anything Victoria had done to them. They alleged conduct unbecoming of an officer of the court.
The investigation was ongoing.
On April 10th, a small item appeared in the Boston Globe’s Legal Beat column, written by a reporter I recognized from Daniel’s newsroom.
Boston-area attorney under investigation for alleged document fraud in 2020 real estate transaction.
The Suffolk County DA’s office confirmed the investigation is active but declined to comment on specifics.
The attorney, whose name has not been released, is reportedly connected to a prominent Boston legal family.
No names.
But in a community as insular as Boston’s legal establishment, no names were needed.
Everyone knew within hours.
I received 11 text messages that week from people I hadn’t heard from in years. Some were apologies. Some were expressions of support. A few were clearly fishing for gossip, which I ignored.
The message that mattered most came from Jennifer Thompson at Becker Legal. She followed up her wedding-night text with a formal email.
Subject: Sincere apologies, and a professional inquiry.
Paige,
I want to begin by apologizing properly. At the wedding, I made assumptions based on things Victoria had told me over the years.
Watching what actually happened that night, watching how you handled yourself with such dignity under impossible circumstances, made me ashamed of my own credulity.
I don’t expect forgiveness, but I would like to offer something concrete. Our firm is renovating our conference floor, and we’re looking for an interior designer who understands professionalism, discretion, and good taste.
If you’re interested, I’d love to discuss the project. Please let me know either way. And again, I’m sorry.
Jennifer.
I sat with that email for three days before responding. Part of me wanted to reject it, to refuse anything that came from Victoria’s social circle.
But another part recognized that Jennifer Thompson wasn’t Victoria. She was someone who’d been lied to, who’d believed those lies, and who was now trying to make amends.
I took the meeting.
The project was substantial. A full redesign of two conference rooms and a reception area for a midsized law firm.
Budget: $82,000.
Timeline: three months.
It was the largest contract I’d ever landed.
