Chapter 3 - THE SMEAR CAMPAIGN
By Wednesday, Brandon’s family realized I was not going to return their calls or wire the money. So, they decided to change their tactics. They went public.
I was sitting in Jessica’s living room, sipping black coffee, when my phone began blowing up with notifications. My mother called, her voice shaking.
“Melanie, have you seen Facebook?”
I opened the app. Brenda had posted a massive, multi-paragraph essay accompanied by a photo of Brandon looking heartbroken in his wedding tuxedo.
“It breaks my heart to write this,” the post began. “The woman we welcomed into our home, the woman my son loved, is a con artist. Melanie abandoned my son on their first morning of marriage and drained our family accounts of $650,000. We are devastated. Please share this so everyone knows the true face of this gold digger.”
The post already had hundreds of shares. Mutual friends were commenting, expressing their shock and disgust. People I had known since high school were calling me a thief, a sociopath, a criminal.
Jessica looked over my shoulder and gasped. “Oh my god, Melanie. This is defamation.”
“It’s desperation,” I corrected, though my hands were shaking.
Half an hour later, I received an email from the HR department at the marketing firm where I worked. They requested an immediate zoom meeting. Brandon had forwarded the Facebook post to my boss, claiming I was under criminal investigation for embezzlement.
When I logged onto the call, my manager, David, looked deeply uncomfortable.
“Melanie, we value you,” David said cautiously. “But these are serious allegations. Until the legal situation is resolved, we have to place you on unpaid administrative leave.”
They were trying to starve me out. They wanted me broke, humiliated, and begging for mercy.
I looked directly into the webcam. “I understand, David. But please keep my desk warm. Because when I return, my husband’s family will be in federal prison.”
I closed the laptop. The urge to cry was overwhelming, but I refused to shed a single tear for Brandon. Instead, I called Victoria.
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“They posted it,” I told her.
“Excellent,” Victoria purred through the phone. “They just gave us written, public defamation to add to the wire fraud charges. Let them dig the hole deeper. I have the forensic accountant's report on the forged loan documents. We file the emergency injunction tomorrow.”
