Chapter 7 - The Counter-Attack

If Julian was a coward, his mother was a born fighter when her lifestyle was threatened.
By Friday afternoon, Beatrice realized that pleading wouldn't work. Her son was facing financial ruin, her social status among her friends was ruined, and her endless supply of free cash had dried up permanently.
So, she decided to go to war.
I was sitting in my office reviewing a quarterly tax filing for a local bakery when my phone buzzed with an alert from Facebook.
A family friend tagged me in a public post written by Beatrice Vance.
I clicked the link.
Beatrice had published a long, dramatic post accompanied by a photo of herself looking frail and sad in her living room. The post read:
“It breaks my heart to speak out, but as a mother, I can no longer stay silent. For three years, my son Julian married a woman who promised to love him. Instead, she controlled every aspect of his life, isolated him from his family, and financially abused him. This week, on my 65th birthday, she abandoned him, stole his life savings, changed the locks on their home, and left him homeless. Please pray for my son as he fights this heartless, greedy woman in court. God sees the truth. #ElderAbuse #FinancialAbuse #FamilyFirst”
Underneath the post were dozens of comments from her book-club members, local acquaintances, and distant relatives, expressing horror and calling me a "monster" and a "gold-digger."
My blood boiled for a split second. The sheer audacity of a woman who had taken nineteen thousand dollars from me calling me a financial abuser was almost astounding.
I didn't panic. I didn't write an angry reply in the comment section.
Instead, I called Eleanor Vance immediately.
"Have you seen the post?" I asked Eleanor as soon as she answered.
"My assistant just printed it out," Eleanor said, her voice dropping into a cold, lethal register. "Beatrice Vance just made the biggest legal mistake of her life."
"Defamation?"
"Public defamation, libel, and intentional infliction of emotional distress," Eleanor confirmed smoothly. "She publicly accused a licensed certified public accountant of financial crime and elder abuse. Clara, your professional reputation is your entire career. Her post directly threatens your business livelihood."
"What do we do?"
"We don't just file a response in the divorce case, Clara," Eleanor chuckled darkly. "We file a civil lawsuit against Beatrice Vance personally for public libel and slander. And we demand immediate injunctive relief requiring her to take down the post or face daily court fines."
"Can we subpoena her bank records in the civil suit?" I asked, a slow smile spreading across my face.
"Oh, absolutely," Eleanor replied. "To defend against libel, Beatrice will have to prove in court that you 'stole' money from Julian. Which means she will have to show every single check, wire transfer, and private loan she received from you over the last three years."
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Beatrice wanted to bring our financial life into the public arena.
She had no idea that by doing so, she had just opened her own private bank accounts to a court-ordered searchlight.