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She Left Me for Someone Wealthy… But I Didn’t Break | True Story
Looking back, I ache for the man who once believed in fairy tales and forever. When Melissa walked away—with another man, another life—she shattered our world. But in the ruins, I rediscovered myself.
This is the story of betrayal, grief, and the quiet forge of resolve. As anger turned my days cold and nights unbearable, a spark of strength was born. From the isolation of a shattered home to the first steps toward healing—this is how I regained what truly mattered.
If you’ve ever had your heart broken and learned to stand again, this one’s for you.
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Looking back, I can't help but feel a
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phantom ache for the boy I used to be.
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The one who believed in fairy tales and
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forever.
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I met Kay in college, a whirlwind of
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beauty and brilliance. She was smart,
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vibrant, and overflowing with a
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captivating energy that promised a
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lifetime of adventure.
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We spent our days lost in each other,
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our nights dreaming of a future built on
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shared love. We were both seniors, and
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when she told me she was pregnant, it
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didn't feel like a setback, but a sign,
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a confirmation that our love was so
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powerful, it couldn't wait. We married 5
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months later, and our beautiful
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daughter, Sally, was born, followed
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quickly by our son, Kevin. I was a young
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man with a new job in a stable field, a
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family to provide for, and a heart full
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of hope. I believed I had found my
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soulmate, my lifelong partner. The first
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crack was subtle, a whisper I chose to
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ignore.
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One evening, I walked into the kitchen,
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the warmth of my promotion still humming
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in my veins, and greeted Melissa, the
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silence that met me was not the
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comfortable quiet I had grown used to,
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but a heavy, impenetrable wall. She
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simply nodded, her eyes distant, her
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body a million miles away.
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After a decade of marriage, I had
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learned to read her silences, but this
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one was a foreign language I couldn't
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decipher.
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When I asked about her day, she just
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looked at me, a strange mix of sorrow
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and resolve on her face. "Mark," she
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said, her voice barely a whisper. "I
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want a divorce." The words were a
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physical blow. I, a seasoned salesman
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who had built a career on navigating
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difficult conversations, was suddenly a
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child, lost and confused.
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A thousand questions screamed in my
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head, but only one found its way out.
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"Why?" I asked, my voice a hollow echo
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in the silent kitchen. She hesitated,
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her eyes darting away from mine. "I met
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someone else," she finally confessed.
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"We need to be together." Her words
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didn't register. They were a foreign
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concept, a terrible joke I couldn't
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comprehend.
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"You met someone?" "What? Like a fling?"
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I blurted out, my mind grasping for a
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rational explanation. But the look on
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her face, the quiet certainty in her
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eyes, told me there was nothing rational
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about this.
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"It's not like that," she insisted, her
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voice trembling with a confession she
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hadn't meant to make. "It just happened
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by chance." I stared at her, the man she
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once adored.
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I must have looked like a fish out of
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water, gasping for air in a world that
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had suddenly turned upside down.
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"Stop looking at me like that," she
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said, a flash of annoyance in her voice.
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"Mark, I love him. I'm sorry. I never
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meant for this to happen." With that,
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she turned and walked away, leaving me
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alone in the kitchen, the wreckage of
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our life scattered around me. I should
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have been angry. I should have screamed,
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raged, demanded answers, but all I felt
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was a profound sense of disorientation.
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I walked downstairs, intending to
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confront her, to force her to explain,
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to make her see the folly of her words.
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But she was gone. The house, once a
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sanctuary of warmth and love, was now a
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tomb. I called her name, the sound of it
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swallowed by the silence. The house was
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lonely, and the emptiness was a physical
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presence.
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It was then in that cold, silent kitchen
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that the truth hit me with the force of
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a tidal wave. She had already left. I
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ran upstairs, my heart hammering in my
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chest. Her phone was on the nightstand
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along with her credit cards, checkbook,
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and a sealed envelope with my name on
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it. It was as if she had stripped
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herself of her identity, leaving behind
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the remnants of the woman I once knew. I
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stood there drained and overwhelmed. The
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weight of our shared life pressing down
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on me. I tried to sleep, but sleep was a
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luxury my mind could no longer afford.
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The next few days were a blur. I went to
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work, a zombie walking through the
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motions of my job. I sold products,
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shook hands, and smiled. All while the
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words, "I want a divorce," screamed in
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my head. The thought of spending the
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weekend alone in the house in the tomb
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of our marriage was unbearable. I got in
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my car and drove with no destination in
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mind, only the desperate need to escape
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the memories that haunted every corner
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of our home. I found myself on a quiet
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road, a road that led to a secluded lake
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we had discovered years ago. It was a
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place we had once dreamed of buying, a
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place where we had planned to grow old
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together. Now it was a place of ghosts,
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a monument to a love that had died. The
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setting sun, once a source of peace, now
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filled me with a deep consuming rage. I
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didn't want peace. I wanted to scream.
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I got out of the car, walked to the
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water's edge, and fell to my knees, my
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fists pounding the ground in a
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desperate, primal rage. I screamed
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Melissa's name, cursed her, cursed
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myself, and cursed the life we had so
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carefully built. When the fury subsided,
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all that was left was a deep,
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soul-crushing pain. As darkness fell, I
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finally broke. I cried harder than I
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ever had, the sound of my sobs swallowed
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by the silent night. I remembered the
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last time I had cried like this after I
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lost my sister. Melissa had been there,
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a soft hand on my shoulder, a comforting
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presence in my grief.
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Now there was no one. I was alone,
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mourning not just the end of our
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marriage, but the death of a part of
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myself.
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I realized how much I had loved her. Not
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just for the big moments, but for the
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little ones, the way she laughed, the
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way her hand fit in mine, the way she
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made our house a home. I had loved her
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in a thousand small ways, and she had
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betrayed me in one devastatingly large
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one. I wondered if I was partly to
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blame. Had I been so blinded by our
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routine that I had missed the signs? Had
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I pushed her away with my quiet,
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predictable love? I would never know.
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The sun rose, and with it, a cold
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resolve settled in my heart. My hands
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were bruised and swollen, but my mind
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was clear. I was ready to move forward.
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The weekend was no time to contact a
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lawyer, but it was a good time to check
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our finances. I braced myself for the
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worst, but to my surprise, our accounts
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were untouched. It was a glimmer of
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hope, a desperate, foolish thought that
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maybe, just maybe, this was all a
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terrible mistake. But the memory of the
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look on her face when she left was a
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cold, hard fact, she wasn't coming back.
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The manila envelope she had left behind
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now held a morbid fascination for me. I
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dreaded going into our bedroom, the room
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where our love had died. But I knew I
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had to open it. I grabbed a beer, sat at
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the kitchen table, and stared at the
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envelope. A final act in a play that was
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already over.
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Inside were the papers of our divorce,
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our marriage certificate, the kid's
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birth certificates, the deed to the
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house, and the life insurance policies.
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And then a smaller envelope with my name
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written in Melissa's familiar, elegant
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script. It was a letter, a final
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confession, a last act of cruelty from
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the woman I had once loved. Dear Mark,
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it began. I'm not sure when you'll find
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this, but by now you know I've left you
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for someone else. I met this person by
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accident, and our connection grew beyond
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friendship. This isn't a reflection on
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you. You've been everything a woman
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could want. But I couldn't fight my
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feelings anymore. They are also married
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and have left their spouse and kids to
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be with me. I left everything behind
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because I'm starting a new life and I'm
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not asking for anything. You've worked
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hard for what you have. We'll be
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overseas until the divorces are final. I
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still love you, Mark, and always will.
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The words were a dagger to the heart. I
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had promised myself I wouldn't cry, but
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her words, so full of sorrow and
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self-jification, broke me. The pain and
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anger I thought I had tamed came rushing
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back, a torrent of grief and rage. I was
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too tired, too numb to feel anything but
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a deep, profound emptiness.
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I put everything back in the envelope,
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the weight of her betrayal, a physical
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presence in my hands. The next few weeks
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were a blur of lawyers and paperwork. My
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attorney, a man who seemed to take a
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morbid delight in the mess of my life,
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urged me to sign the divorce papers. But
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I couldn't. I was a man of logic, of
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facts, and Melissa's story didn't add
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up. Why would a man who could have any
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woman leave his wife and children for
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Melissa?
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Why would they leave everything behind?
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Her attorney, a man named Jack Belgium,
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was a wall of silence.
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I knew she had professional help, that
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this was a well- orchestrated escape.
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Her lover was wealthy, well-connected,
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and had left a wife and young children
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behind.
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The rich, I knew, are the easiest to
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track.
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My investigation began. I used my
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resources at work to identify wealthy
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men in the state who fit the profile,
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late 30s or 40s, with wives in their 30s
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or 40s. It was a long shot, but it was a
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start.
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While I was not a trained investigator,
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my job as a salesman had taught me to
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read people, to ask the right questions,
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and to be persistent. I began my search,
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a quiet, methodical quest to find the
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man who had stolen my wife. In the midst
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of this, my own life began to change. I
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started exercising more, a desperate
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need to burn off the anger and
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frustration that consumed me. I
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rediscovered my love for martial arts,
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taking up karate at a friend's
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suggestion.
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The discipline and physical exertion
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were a balm for my fractured mind. I
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also started target shooting again, a
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hobby I had abandoned for Melissa.
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With no one to object, I bought a
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firearm and got a concealed carry
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permit. I was getting paranoid, I knew,
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but a series of strange occurrences, my
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keys being moved, a book on my
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nightstand out of place, made me feel
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like I wasn't alone.
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I felt like someone was watching me.
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