Chapter 11 - Losing Power Did Not Make Julian Honest
Julian’s first response to the trust documents was denial.
He said the vesting conditions had been superseded.
They had not.
Then he claimed the Blackwell deals were disclosed.
Some were.
The most important side guarantees were not.
Then he blamed Howard.
Then Mark.
Then Victoria.
Then his mother.
What he did not say was:
I chose this.
That took longer.
The board removed Julian as president during the investigation.
Not permanently at first.
Administrative leave.
An interim CEO stepped in.
Employees panicked.
So did I.
Sterling Mercer was not a toy inside our divorce.
People had mortgages.
Children.
Retirement plans.
I met with the interim leadership team.
For the first time in years, I walked into the headquarters not as Charles Sterling’s daughter or Julian Mercer’s wife.
As the controlling beneficiary.
I hated it.
Then slowly, I understood why my father had required trustees instead of emotional heirs making solo decisions.
I did not need to become CEO.
I needed competent governance.
The review found that most of Sterling Mercer’s core assets were sound.
Two Blackwell-linked projects were impaired.
One would likely be sold.
The company could absorb the loss.
No mass layoffs.
No collapse.
That relieved me more than any legal victory.
Julian’s personal finances were worse.
Blackwell’s default triggered obligations against him.
He sold investment property.
Liquidated part of his portfolio.
Eventually surrendered some vested Sterling Mercer shares as part of negotiated resolutions involving company losses.
Again.
No instant ruin.
No dramatic day where everything vanished.
Consequences accumulated.
Victoria exited Vance Strategic.
The entity was dissolved after its transaction failed.
She faced civil claims over fees and representations she made.
She also cooperated with investigators and corporate counsel.
I never became her friend.
I never wanted to.
But I stopped needing her to be a cartoon villain.
She was ambitious.
She believed Julian’s story because it benefited her.
Then, when the story threatened her, she finally started checking it.
Eleanor remained harder.
She described herself as a mother protecting her son.
Even after the recording.
Even after emails.
Even after the slap.
She admitted striking me.
Then added:
“But Genevieve had been provoking this family for years.”
That sentence ended any possibility of contact with Sophie.
At least then.
Julian objected.
“She’s my mother.”
“And Sophie is my daughter.”
“Our daughter.”
“Yes.”
That was the first moment I realized I could become controlling too if I wasn’t careful.
Julian had parental rights.
So did I.
Eleanor did not automatically have any.
But Julian’s future relationship with Sophie could not simply become collateral for my anger.
The court established temporary parenting arrangements.
Supervised at first because of the coercive hospital incident and his conduct around my medical vulnerability.
Julian complied.
He showed up.
Changed diapers.
Fed Sophie.
Did not use visits to send me messages.
That mattered.
One afternoon the supervisor wrote:
Mr. Mercer asked whether he could take a photograph. When advised to wait for court clarification, he immediately complied.
Small.
Boring.
Meaningful.
I did not forgive him.
But I started separating two questions.
Was Julian safe enough to become a father to Sophie?
Was Julian someone I would ever trust as a husband again?
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The second answer was already no.
The first remained open.
