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She Said It Was a Work Trip... I Caught Everything on Camera | True Story
Aug 7, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories She Said It Was a Work Trip... I Caught Everything on Camera | True Story I had a gut feeling something was wrong. My wife was acting distant, cold — like a stranger. Then she said she was going on a "work trip" with her boss. That’s when I started recording... This is the true story of how I uncovered her affair — from hidden microphones to a hotel sting operation. A quiet man, pushed to his limits. A cheating wife with a plan. But this time, I had one too. 💔 Marriage. Betrayal. Revenge. 🎥 Watch until the end for the twist. 🔔 Subscribe for more real stories that cut deep. #MarriageBetrayal #CaughtCheating #RevengeStory
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The quiet hum of the garage door was a
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familiar Monday morning sound, but it no
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longer offered me peace. At 6:00 a.m., I
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backed my car onto the deserted street,
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a ritual I'd performed for years. But
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this morning, I paused, my hand hovering
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over the button to close the garage
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door, a ghost of Lauren's furious voice
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echoing in my mind. You forgot to check.
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Don't you care about my safety? It had
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been 2 weeks since I left it open. two
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weeks of silent meals and tense
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evenings. I was Jeff Carlson, 27, a
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foreign exchange manager at a major bank
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in Manhattan. I was good at my job. My
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intuition for trades, earning me two
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promotions in as many years. But when it
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came to my wife, Lauren, my intuition
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was silent, and the game I was playing
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was far more complex than any I'd ever
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managed at work. Lauren, also 27, with
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hair as dark as midnight and striking
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Mediterranean features, worked for a
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national medical insurance company. Her
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supervisor, a tall, muscular man named
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Jim Beckman, always gave me a strange
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feeling at company events. He was a
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puzzle I couldn't solve, an itch I
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couldn't scratch. The radio station I
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had on only made things worse. The first
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song was a cheerful country tune, but
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the second, a melancholic ballad about a
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crumbling marriage, struck a nerve. It
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was all there. The distant behavior, the
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small slights, the hollow emptiness of
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our lovemaking.
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I sat there in my car, numb until a
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chorus of angry honks jolted me back to
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reality. I had missed the green light. I
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drove on, catching the 6:30 train to
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Penn Station, my mind replaying the
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song's painful lyrics. My intuition, so
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reliable with numbers, was now screaming
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a warning about my marriage. The train
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ride was a journey back in time. I was
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16 again, a lanky kid mowing the lawn,
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when a moving van pulled up to the
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miller's house next door. A sleek BMW
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followed and outstepped a family, the
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Scavos.
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And then Lauren, she was the most
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beautiful girl I had ever seen. a vision
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of short dark hair, a denim shorts and
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halter top uniform of effortless cool.
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She smiled at me, a flash of white in
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the summer sun, and I was utterly lost.
2:19
We spent the rest of that summer
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together, a perfect, innocent bubble of
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iced tea and shared secrets. But when
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school started, our worlds began to
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diverge. I was a nerd on the honor role,
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and she was a cheerleader in training,
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chasing a world of football players and
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popularity. The night of the harvest
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dance, the bubble burst. I had asked her
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my dad had driven us, and Billy Barber,
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the star linebacker, had stolen her away
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with a possessive, "Let's go, babe." I
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was left alone, humiliated, as they
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danced in a world I wasn't allowed into.
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I stayed, a stubborn, wounded boy,
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refusing to give them the satisfaction
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of seeing me cry. I forced her to come
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home with me that night, and the silent
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car ride was a prelude to the silence
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that followed.
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I ignored her. She ignored me and our
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lives went on their separate paths. I
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went to Warden on a full scholarship.
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She started working. Four years passed.
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A chance encounter brought us back
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together. I was home for the weekend
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walking from the train station when my
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old friend Becca pulled up in a car
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yelling, "Hey, stranger. Need a lift?"
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She was with Jack, another old friend,
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now her husband.
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They invited me to a party and I was
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thrilled at the prospect of
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reconnecting.
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But there she was, Lauren. The moment
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she said, "Hi, neighbor. Long time no
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see." The memories of Billy Barber came
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flooding back. I turned away cold and
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angry. Her friend confronted me, but I
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didn't care. Not as rude as what she did
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to me, I snapped. Becca and Jack, now
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caught in the middle, pushed us to talk.
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In the kitchen, a truce was called. "I
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apologized for my harsh words, but
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Lauren's confession was a revelation."
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"You're right, Jeff," she said, her
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voice soft with sincerity. "I acted
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terribly, and I never apologized. Would
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you accept it now?"
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I did. And in that moment, the years of
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resentment melted away. We kissed, a
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passionate, consuming kiss that sealed
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our reconciliation.
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9 months later, we were married.
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The conductor's announcement for Penn
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Station brought me back to the present.
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A cold, hard present where my wife was a
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stranger. At the office, I was a wreck.
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Howard Goldman, my mentor and boss, saw
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it immediately.
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I can't let you gamble with the bank's
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money today, he said, his voice laced
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with concern. I confessed my fears. I
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think Lauren is having an affair.
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Howard, a man who had been through a
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tough divorce himself, didn't laugh.
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Your feelings are usually right, he
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said. Don't ignore them. He gave me a
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company credit card with cart blunch, a
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silent gesture of support. He was right.
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I couldn't focus. For the next two
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weeks, I let my staff handle the
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trading, a rare freedom they enjoyed. I
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sat in my office pretending to work, my
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sadness turning to a cold, hard anger. I
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knew I needed proof. I needed a plan.
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That evening, I went shopping. I bought
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voice activated recorders and placed
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them strategically around the house. By
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Friday, my suspicions were confirmed. I
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found a damning conversation between
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Lauren and Jim Beckman on the recorders,
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a secret dialogue about their affair,
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and a planned business trip to Miami.
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Doofus is acting funny, Beckman's voice
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snarled. He's cold and distant, Lauren
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replied, her voice laced with a subtle
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thrill. Maybe we should cool it for a
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while. I'm going to Miami in 2 weeks, he
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said. Maybe I can get you to join me. I
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don't know, she giggled. Jeff might get
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suspicious. Let me ask Fred, and if he
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agrees, you can tell Jeff it's a work
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trip. Fred, I realized with a sickening
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lurch, was my nickname for me and my
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friends. A bitter irony I had never
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intended. The next week, I arrived home
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at 7:30 p.m. after a hectic trading day.
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Lauren was cooking dinner, her demeanor
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unusually cheerful. "I have good news,"
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she said, her eyes sparkling with a lie.
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She had been asked to attend a seminar
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in South Beach, all expenses paid for 9
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days. She was going with Jim Beckman.
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She looked at me, a silent challenge in
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her eyes, expecting me to say no. I
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surprised her and myself.
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If it's important for your job, you can
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go. She hugged me, thanking me
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profusely. Her relief a bitter taste on
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my tongue. Thursday morning, I told
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Howard I was taking the day off. My
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company card I knew was a loaded weapon.
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I bought a roundtrip ticket to Miami, a
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top-of-the-line Canon camera, a carry-on
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bag, new clothes, and a Yankees cap. A
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final cruel joke since I was a diehard
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Mets fan. I bought hair dye and razors.
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The game was on. The next morning, I
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drove her to JFK. Jim Beckman was
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waiting at the curb. He kissed her
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cheek, a casual, familiar gesture that
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felt like a slap. I shook his hand, my
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anger a cold, hard knot in my stomach.
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"I'll take good care of Lauren," he
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said, a smug grin on his face. "I know,"
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I replied, a dark double meaning hidden
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in my words. "Thanks for looking out for
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her." As she was about to go through
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security, I pulled her back. "You're
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leaving without saying goodbye?" I
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asked. She hugged me, her body a soft,
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unfamiliar weight in my arms. "I love
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you," I said, a final desperate plea for
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a love that was already gone. "If
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anything happens, I want you to know
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you're the best thing that ever happened
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to me." "I was hoping foolishly that a
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sliver of her conscience would stir,
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that she would abandon her plans and
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come home." But she didn't. I'm
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committed to this trip," she said, her
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voice firm. "Don't try to stop me." I
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watched her walk away, a woman committed
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to her infidelity. I moved my car to
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long-term parking, checked my carry-on,
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and went through security.
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I was on the 1:30 p.m. flight, 3 hours
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behind her, but booked into the same
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hotel. I arrived, checked in, and went
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to the barber on site. I got a crew cut,
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dyed my hair black, and put on the
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sunglasses and the Yankees cap. I was
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unrecognizable.
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My room was in the center of the
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U-shaped hotel facing the pool. I had a
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perfect view of their room and the pool
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area. That night, I called her. She was
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surprised I wasn't at home. I stopped at
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a bar with the guys from work. I lied.
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She had the audacity to warn me not to
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hit on any girls. a moment of
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breathtaking hypocrisy. "I trust you
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completely," I said, my voice dripping
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with irony she couldn't hear. "Which is
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why I let you go on this trip,"
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she stammered her way through the rest
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of the call. And when she said, "I love
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you," I couldn't bring myself to say it
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back. "Good night, Lauren," I said, and
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hung up. The next morning, I was on my
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balcony at dawn. I saw them walk to the
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pool. An idea formed in my mind. I moved
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two fake plants to the balcony and set
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up my camera and tripod behind them,
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hiding the lens. She was wearing a new
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red bikini, a provocative display of
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cleavage and a high-cut bottom that
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barely covered her. I filmed them for an
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hour, their body language a clear
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testament to their affair.
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Beckman kissed her. She kissed him back
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and they walked off holding hands.
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It was the first piece of evidence, a
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sad, heartbreaking souvenir of my broken
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marriage. I needed audio. I found a spy
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store and bought a parabolic microphone.
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The next day, I had it set up just in
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time. I saw them come out of Lumis Park.
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I called her. I could hear her phone
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ring through the microphone.
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It's Doofus, she laughed, and I felt a
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fresh wave of rage. She answered,
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pretending to be worried. I told her I
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was lonely and just wanted to hear her
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voice. She snapped at me annoyed.
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I hung up and through the microphone I
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heard her conversation with Beckman.
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We've been having this affair for 6
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months, he said. Maybe you're getting
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tired of him. It might be time to let
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him go. You make 38,000 a year, she
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retorted, her voice suddenly cold and
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calculating. After Jeff's promotion, he
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makes almost 200,000. The love making
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with you is great, but you're not worth
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losing his potential. Someday he'll be
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CEO, and I intend to be there. I felt
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the last shreds of my love for her
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shrivel and die. She was with me for the
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money, not the man. The next evening, I
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saw them on their balcony in hotel
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robes. I turned on my camera and mic.
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"Think you can manage another round,
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stud?" she asked, a seductive purr in
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her voice. "You've worn me out?" he
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laughed.
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They kissed, a public display of their
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infidelity, and I knew I had everything
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I needed. The video was undeniable. I
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booked a flight home for the next day, a
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cold, empty feeling of victory settling
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in my gut.
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Before I left, I had two final stops. I
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went to the hotel's business center and
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printed two photos, one of them in the
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restaurant and one of Lauren's
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sunbathing topless. I found the desk
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clerk, Carlos, and slipped him $200.
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When they check out on Saturday, I said,
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"Hand these to them. Tell them they're
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from Mr. Carlson."
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I then booked a flight back to New York.
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The final scene took place in my living
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room. I had emptied my closets, taken my
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personal belongings, and left a DVD and
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a note for Lauren on the table.
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My mother, who had been called by a
12:17
panicked Lauren, was there. She pressed
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play. The first scene was Lauren topless
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with Jim learing at her. The next, a
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snippet of their conversation in the
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park. The next, a public kiss. My
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mother, disgusted, tried to stop the
12:34
video, but Lauren, a broken, sobbing
12:37
woman, demanded to see the rest. The
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final scene was the audio from our last
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phone call, where I had hinted at my
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suspicions, and she had lied. A cold,
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cruel deception that now sounded even
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more horrifying.
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I had called her doofus, a final painful
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acknowledgement of the man she had
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betrayed, for a man she now knew was
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nothing more than a cheap passing
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thrill.
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My revenge was complete. The silence
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that followed was not one of peace, but
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of a quiet, hard-one victory.
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