Chapter 3 - The Payments That Began Before the Affair
Julian transferred $116,000 to Sienna over eleven months.
The affair, according to hotel and restaurant records I later obtained through ordinary divorce discovery, began roughly seven months earlier.
That left four months of unexplained payments.
My attorney, Rebecca Sloan, advised me to separate what hurt emotionally from what mattered legally.
“The affair is relevant to your marriage,” she said. “The transfers matter if marital money funded them.”
They had.
Nearly sixty thousand came from an investment account Julian and I jointly funded after our wedding.
I froze nothing unilaterally.
Rebecca obtained temporary restraints against unusual transfers while the divorce proceeded.
Then Ethan called.
Sienna had returned to their townhouse.
He confronted her.
She admitted the affair immediately.
She did not admit everything else.
“She says Julian paid her consulting fees.”
“For what?”
“She won’t say.”
Ethan sounded emptied out.
I wanted to comfort him.
Instead I asked, “Did she explain the bracelet?”
“No.”
“Ask where she got it.”
He called back twenty minutes later.
“She says it belonged to Thomas Reed.”
“How?”
“She found it in Eleanor’s archive room.”
The archive room occupied the third floor of the Greenwich mansion. Eleanor stored old family records there—company ledgers, photographs, correspondence, estate files.
Sienna had gone looking for Charles Wellington’s handwritten recipes for a family book she planned to make for Ethan’s birthday.
Behind a false back in a cabinet, she found a box.
Inside:
Thomas Reed’s bracelet.
Photographs of Eleanor with him.
Bank records.
And a notarized statement dated three months after Ethan’s birth.
Sienna confronted Eleanor privately.
Eleanor told her the documents were meaningless and ordered her never to mention them.
Then Julian called Sienna.
He already knew.
That was when the payments began.
The first transfer was labeled:
RESEARCH CONSULTING.
Sienna told Ethan she had demanded money because she believed Eleanor had committed fraud involving a family trust.
“You blackmailed them?” Ethan asked.
Sienna answered, “I made them pay for silence.”
Then Ethan asked the question that mattered more than their marriage.
“Silence about what?”
Sienna did not answer.
She picked up a packed suitcase and left.
By noon, Ethan was standing in my kitchen again.
He put both hands on the island.
“I need to know whether Thomas Reed was my father.”
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I looked at him.
“Then we stop asking the people who benefit from you not knowing.”
