The legal proceedings stretched through summer. Julian’s confidence eroded into something uglier and less coherent. He gave one interview against counsel’s advice, implying Eleanor had manipulated public sympathy by weaponizing her family background. The interview was disastrous. He sounded petulant, evasive, and contemptuous toward questions about the children. Sponsors distanced. Former colleagues leaked stories. A narrative of genius collapsed into a portrait of a man who had mistaken proximity to brilliance for possession of it.
Vanessa, under pressure, eventually turned over additional correspondence through her attorneys in exchange for strategic leniency elsewhere. It was not courage. It was self-preservation. Still, the materials helped. There were threads Eleanor had not seen, plans Julian had outlined after midnight, references to “finalizing the divorce story,” discussions of how to make Eleanor appear emotionally erratic if needed. One message from Vanessa chilled even Martin:
Do you think she’ll fight hard enough to be a problem?
Julian’s reply: She’s too tired. Mothers usually are.