By the end of the month, the District Attorney had enough to charge them both with identity theft and conspiracy to commit fraud. The real estate firm where Dorian worked fired him immediately after their own audit showed he had been skimming from client deposits as well.
He tried one last desperate move at a professional mixer in downtown Phoenix where he thought he could still charm his way into a new job. I showed up with Brianna and a plainclothes detective.
When he saw me, he had the audacity to smile. “Skylar, you look incredible tonight.”
“Save the talk for the deposition,” I replied.
The detective stepped forward and informed Dorian he was under arrest. As the handcuffs clicked into place, Dorian looked at the crowd and shouted that I was a “scorned woman” making up stories.
Brianna stepped into his line of sight and said, “You forge promises like other people sign greeting cards, Dorian.”
The detective led him away, and for the first time in years, I felt like I could actually breathe. Lydia avoided prison by flipping on her son, but she lost her house to pay back the restitution he owed.