👉 Previous decision: You chose to force Julian to execute the handwritten confession letter on the spot.
I pulled a pen and a pad of paper from my drawer. I placed them on the table in front of him.
“Start with your name,” I instructed. “And state that you, Julian Hensley, are writing this of your own free will.”
His hand trembled as he took the pen. He began to write, his neat, practiced script appearing on the page.
“Detail the systematic draining of my accounts,” I said, watching his every movement. “The fake investments. The backdated forms.”
He paused, then continued writing, the pen scratching against the paper. He described how he engineered my financial ruin.
“Include Arthur Phelan’s involvement,” I added. “The forged offshore contract deeds. The plan for my involuntary conservatorship.”
His face was pale, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He wrote about the midnight rituals, the burning papers, the cruel mockery of my mental state.
“And finally,” I said, my voice softening slightly, “admit to the gaslighting. To moving my keys, to trying to make me believe I was insane.”
He nodded, his eyes fixed on the page. He wrote about his deliberate attempts to confuse and manipulate me.
When he finished, he pushed the pad across the table. His signature, usually so flamboyant, was small and shaky at the bottom.
“It’s all there,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Everything.”
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