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Aug 15, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories He Came Home From War… And Caught His Wife With The Mayor | True Story When Major Robert Crawford answered his daughter’s urgent call from Afghanistan, he had no idea the life he built over 17 years was already destroyed. What he discovered upon returning home wasn’t just betrayal — it was a heartbreaking collision of honor, deceit, and cold political ambition. This gripping true-style narrative follows a decorated soldier as he uncovers his wife’s affair with the town mayor — all while wearing the uniform she claimed to respect. Armed with love for his daughter and evidence of deceit, he sets out for justice in the most strategic way. 📌 Like, Comment, and Subscribe for more powerful storytelling and emotional journeys that dig deep into the human spirit. 🎖️ This is more than just a story about cheating. It’s about redemption, honor, and the battle that begins after the war ends.
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The life Major Robert Crawford had built
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was a testament to stability and love, a
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sanctuary he carried with him even
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10,000 m away. At 42, he was a design
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specialist for a prominent electronics
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firm and a major in the National Guard.
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A dual life that had brought him immense
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pride and a deep sense of purpose.
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His world revolved around his wife Kathy
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and their 15year-old daughter Stacy.
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Kathy at 40 possessed a timeless beauty
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that had only deepened with the years.
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Her dark brown hair, the warm sparkle in
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her eyes, and a figure that seemed to
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defy the passage of time made her the
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most captivating woman he had ever
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known.
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Their 18 years of marriage had been a
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fortress of trust and passion, a love
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that remained vibrant and intense even
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when he was deployed. Their intimacy,
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both physical and emotional, was a
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constant reassurance that their bond was
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unbreakable.
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He had never once doubted her fidelity,
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nor she his. The thought of their life
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unraveling was a distant, impossible
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notion, but the impossible arrived on a
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quiet evening in Afghanistan, delivered
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through the grainy screen of a video
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call. The urgency in Stacy's voice cut
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through the static, a harbinger of the
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storm to come.
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She was in a quiet corner of the house,
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her eyes wide with a fear he had never
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seen. "Dad, you have to come home," she
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pleaded, her voice a soft, terrified
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whisper. "The reason," she explained,
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was a man named Donald Connelly, the
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mayor. He had a fancy car and a
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reputation that now, in Stacy's mind,
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was dangerously intertwined with her
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mother's. Kathy was spending several
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nights a week with him. The words hit
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Robert like a physical blow, a
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concussive force that left him gasping
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for air. Stacy's description of the
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mayor, his big car, and her mother's
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clandestine excitement, confirmed her
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worst fears, and now his. He promised he
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would come home, his voice a calm he
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didn't feel, and assured her that
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everything would be okay, no matter
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what. The call ended, leaving him alone
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in the stark, desolate reality of his
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tent. The image of his daughter's
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terrified face burned into his mind. He
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moved with the cold efficiency of a man
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on a mission. The paperwork for a 30-day
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emergency family leave was completed
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with a soldier's precision. The long
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flight home was a blur of a sleepless
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churning mind, a 26-hour journey filled
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with annoying dread. He arrived on a
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Friday night, the mid- November twilight
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casting long, ominous shadows. He parked
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his rental car a half block from his
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house, the familiar glow of the living
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room and kitchen lights now feeling
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alien and foreboing.
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He watched his wife moving through the
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house, a shadow of the woman he knew. He
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discreetly called Stacy, his heart
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hammering against his ribs. She
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confirmed his fears. Her mother was
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getting ready to go out, filled with an
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excitement that felt like a betrayal.
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He told her not to judge, to wait until
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he had the full story, a lie he told as
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much for himself as for her. He told her
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his plan, to follow them and assess the
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situation. He was in his full camo
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fatigues, a uniform of duty and honor, a
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stark contrast to the dishonor that was
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unfolding.
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They exchanged quiet words of love, a
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promise that their small, broken family
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would always be a team, no matter what.
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At 7:00, a sleek black Mercedes pulled
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into his driveway. A tall, slender,
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well-dressed man stepped out. Donald
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Connelly. Instead of going to the door,
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he stood on his phone and the lights in
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the master suite went dark. A minute
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later, the front door opened and Cathy
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emerged, locking it behind her. She
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walked briskly toward the car, a wide
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smile on her face.
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Robert's heart shattered into a million
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pieces as he watched her glance back at
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the house, a fertive, guilty look to
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make sure Stacy wasn't watching.
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The mayor helped her into the car, but
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not before they shared a warm, intimate
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kiss. Robert's training kicked in, a
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cold, focused instinct taking over. He
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managed to snap a photo of the kiss, a
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piece of damning evidence that would
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fuel his resolve. He followed them. the
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anonymous rental car, a silent, stalking
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presence in the sparse evening traffic.
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They drove to the Ryson Hotel where he
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watched them exit the car and enter the
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building, their arms wrapped around each
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other, a picture of a loving, long-term
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couple.
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He snapped another photo. The sight of
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their easy comfort, a fresh wave of
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pain. He waited until they were inside
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before dawning his camo hat and
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sunglasses, a disguise he hoped would
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make him blend into the evening crowd.
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He entered the hotel. The polite smiles
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and thank you for your service comments
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from strangers, a surreal, painful
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juxtaposition to his personal mission.
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The information board listed a charity
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ball on the third floor, and the live
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orchestra music that filtered down to
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the lobby left no doubt as to their
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destination.
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He took the stairs, avoiding the
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elevator, a small act of defiance and
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caution. On the third floor, he found
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the ballroom. He passed the entrance,
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catching a glimpse of them inside, a
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perfectly happy couple greeting friends
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and supporters. He noticed she wasn't
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wearing her wedding rings. As he walked
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past, his wife's gaze flickered in his
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direction, but there was no recognition.
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To her, he was a ghost 10,000 mi away,
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fighting a war she had betrayed.
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He retreated to the men's room, locking
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himself in a stall, the sanctuary of his
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uniform now feeling like a cage.
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Warm tears, a rare sight for a man like
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him, ran down his cheeks. He wiped them
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away. There was no time for self-pity.
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He was a soldier, and a much different
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enemy needed to be faced. He remained in
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the stall for 30 minutes, letting the
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festivities reach their peak. When he
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emerged, he walked slowly along the
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wall, a ghost in his own life. A silent
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observer in a room filled with oblivious
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revelers. His uniform, a badge of honor,
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got him past the ticket taker, who
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saluted him and said, "Welcome, sir."
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The irony was a bitter pill. He found
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them dancing to a slow song. His wife's
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arms wrapped around the mayor's neck,
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her head against his chest, his hands
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possessively on her bottom. Robert's
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blood ran cold. It took every ounce of
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his willpower to not storm the floor and
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do what his training screamed at him to
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do. But violence would only bring a
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fleeting satisfaction and a jail cell.
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What he needed was indisputable proof
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and a plan for revenge.
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He took several more photos as they
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danced, kissed, and caressed each other
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at their table. He had seen enough. He
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retreated to the hallway, finding a
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bench where he could watch the ballroom
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doors and the elevators.
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His military training had taught him
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patience, and it paid off. Two hours
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passed before the ball began to wind
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down. He watched as his wife and the
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mayor made their exit, their laughter a
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knife to his heart. They stood just
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outside the door for a moment talking
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and then holding hands, they walked to
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the elevators. Instead of pushing the
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down button, they pressed the one for
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the 11th floor. The move was so brazen,
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so open that it stunned him. He was only
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15 ft away, his name tag clearly visible
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on his uniform, but they were so lost in
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each other that they never gave him a
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second glance. He waited for the
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elevator to return, but it didn't.
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He went to the registration desk,
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showing his government ID and requesting
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the mayor's room number for an urgent
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message. The attendant, after some
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hesitation, disclosed the room number,
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11:14.
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He took the elevator to the 11th floor,
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found the room, and pressed his ear
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against the door. He heard only soft
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conversation.
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Unsatisfied, he located the stairwell,
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wedged a handkerchief in the door to
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prevent it from locking, and settled in
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to wait. It was midnight.
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Stacy had told him her mother usually
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came home between 2 and 3 in the
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morning. He had a long, agonizing wait
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ahead of him, a vigil of pain and
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humiliation. The waiting was a slow
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descent into a dark abyss. He kept
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imagining them in there, his wife and
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her lover. the sounds. He could now hear
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a soundtrack to his worst nightmare.
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He felt his life spiraling, his love,
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his trust, his honor, all being
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systematically dismantled by the two
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people inside room 114.
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Around 1:30, he heard moaning and then
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distinctly his wife's voice. "Yes, oh
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God, yes, do me, don. Do me hard like
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that. You're so good."
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The words were a fresh wound, the sound
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a horrific echo of his most intimate
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moments with her. He returned to the
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stairwell, tears streaming down his
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face, the moaning a ghost in his ears.
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At 2:00, he took up his final position
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against the wall outside their room, his
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cell phone ready to record. 15 minutes
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later, the chain was removed, the door
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clicked open, and he began recording.
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They emerged flushed with satisfaction,
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the mayor's arm protectively around her,
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her head leaning on his shoulder.
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They shared a brief, intimate kiss
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before turning to the elevators.
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That's when Kathy saw him, a silent
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accusatory figure in a uniform of
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betrayal.
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"How was your rendevous with your lover,
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Kathy?" he asked, his voice a low, cold
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rasp. Her face went pale. Robert, no.
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This can't be happening. She stammered,
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placing a hand over her heart before
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sinking to her knees. This wasn't
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supposed to happen. You weren't supposed
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to see this.
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The mayor, Donald Connelly, finally
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registered the situation. He tried to
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deny it to save face.
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It's not what it looks like, Major. She
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was just helping with my new campaign.
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Robert's laugh was a bitter hollow
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sound.
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campaign tactics, mayor. Is that what
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we're calling it now? Cheating with a
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married woman whose husband is serving
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overseas.
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He looked at Kathy, still on the floor,
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weeping.
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Your wife, he said, turning to Connelly.
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She's all yours. You can keep her.
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You've both made it clear you don't
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respect me, our daughter, or the uniform
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I wear. You're both cowards.
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He told Cathy not to come home that
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night, to stay with her lover.
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He would be home to comfort their
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daughter, and on Monday, he would be
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filing for divorce and telling the news
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media everything. He instructed her to
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stay away until his leave was over, a
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30-day sentence for her betrayal. He
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walked away, leaving them in the
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hallway, his wife on her knees sobbing,
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and the mayor, stunned and silent. He
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arrived home to find Stacy waiting, her
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face etched with worry. She embraced him
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tightly, her small body trembling.
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I missed you so much," she whispered
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into his uniform.
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He confirmed her worst fears, but she
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insisted she wasn't worried about her
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mother. She felt neglected and
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forgotten, a casualty of her mother's
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affair. She pleaded to go back to
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Afghanistan with him, a desperate plea
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to escape the shattered life they had
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left behind. He explained that she
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couldn't, but he would make a plan.
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He would call his mother to see if Stacy
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could stay with her until his deployment
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ended. He held her as she cried, a
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father comforting his child in the ruins
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of their family. He secured the house, a
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final definitive act, and slept on the
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couch. The bed he once shared with his
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wife now a symbol of her betrayal. The
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next day, Stacy, her resolve hardened,
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took a phone call from her mother. A
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conversation Robert listened to from a
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distance. Stacy's voice was cold. a
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stark contrast to her mother's tearful
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please. She told Cathy that she was the
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one who had urged her father to return
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and that she was tired of being a
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distant second to the mayor and her
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mother's need for a new life. When Cathy
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begged her not to hurt the mayor,
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Stacy's anger flared. She hung up, a
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final definitive cut. Later, when Cathy
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called again, Robert passed the phone to
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Stacy without a word.
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The conversation was a brutal one-sided
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exchange where Stacy demanded an
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explanation for her mother's actions and
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accused her of betraying the family for
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6 months. Kathy, sobbing, confessed her
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love for both of them, but Stacy's
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sarcasm was merciless.
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She agreed to pack her mother's clothes
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and birth control pills, which she said
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she would leave at the curb for her to
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pick up. Robert retreated to his office,
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a sanctuary of a military mind in a
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civilian world. He meticulously planned
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his next steps. He would hire a divorce
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lawyer, transfer their joint funds, and
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change the beneficiary on his life
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insurance and retirement plans to Stacy.
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The mayor, however, was a different kind
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of challenge. He had to be exposed. A
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phone call from Ray Swanson, a city
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councilman and the mayor's friend,
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confirmed his suspicions that they were
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trying to sweep the affair under the
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rug.
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Swanson offered money and a quiet
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resolution, but Robert, his resolve like
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granite, refused.
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He warned Swanson that he had dealt with
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the Taliban and would not be intimidated
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by a cowardly wife stealer and his
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friends. He told him that the only
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acceptable resolution was a public
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confession and the mayor's resignation.
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The following Monday, he met with John
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Foster, a former sergeant from his
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National Guard Company who now worked
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for the local paper. He gave Jon the
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photos and videos, the irrefutable
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evidence of the affair, and a story
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about a soldier's wife and a dishonest
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mayor.
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John, seeing the pain in his eyes and
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the weight of the betrayal, promised to
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investigate.
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That afternoon, Robert met with R.J.
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Collins, a divorce lawyer, with the
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fitting first name of Revenge Joy. He
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laid out the entire story, the betrayal,
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the evidence, the mayor's involvement.
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Joy, a woman in her 50s with a sharp
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mind, listened intently, her face a mask
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of cold fury. She was the weapon he
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needed. A week later, the divorce papers
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were ready.
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He called Kathy and asked her to meet
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him at the house on Monday afternoon.
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She arrived, a ghost of her former self,
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and sat at the kitchen table. He told
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her someone would be there to serve her
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the papers, and she went pale. She
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pleaded with him to listen, and he
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agreed. She confessed everything. The
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loneliness, the depression, the allure
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of being treated like royalty by a man
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like Donald.
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She admitted to fabricating a story
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about their separation and divorce, a
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lie that had spiraled out of her
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control.
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She said she didn't know if she loved
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him, but that she enjoyed his company.
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As she finished her confession, the
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doorbell rang. It was the process
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server.
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Kathy, tears streaming down her face,
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took the manila envelope, the final
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official document that marked the end of
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their 17 years together. She had made
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her choice and now the consequences had
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come home to roost.
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