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Aug 10, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories I Caught My Wife’s Secret Affair — Then Exposed a Billion-Dollar Fraud | Daily Telly Talks My name is Caspian Thorne, a master architect whose perfect life shattered the moment I discovered my wife Sarah’s secret affair. But the betrayal was only the beginning. What followed was a high-stakes game of revenge, deception, and corporate fraud at the highest level. Join me as I reveal the hidden lives, dangerous secrets, and explosive consequences behind the facade of success. This is a story about love, betrayal, and justice served cold. ► Subscribe for more gripping true stories and life-shattering confessions.
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My name is Caspian Thorne and for 10
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years I was frozen in a moment of pure
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unblenmished happiness.
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It was the moment I saw my wife Sarah
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packing her suitcase. At 35, the master
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architect in me still marveled at the
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design of our life. A soaring
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sustainable skyscraper of shared dreams.
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But that serene tableau shattered with a
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cruel chime from my phone. Another late
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meeting for Sarah. The third this week.
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Don't wait up, darling. Client dinner
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running late. Love, Cass. My jaw
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tightened, a tremor I alone felt. I set
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the phone down, leaning back into the
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cold embrace of my chair, and found
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myself a drift in a tide of memories. 5
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years ago, Sarah, a vision in white, her
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smile a dazzling weapon, had pulled me
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close as we shared our first kiss as
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husband and wife. "I still can't believe
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you chose me," I had whispered. Her
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laughter, like shattered crystal, had
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chimed in my ear. How could I not?
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You're brilliant, successful, and you
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worship the ground I walk on. What more
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could a girl want?
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Max's words from that very morning, a
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dark premonition, echoed in my mind.
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Are you sure about this man? Sarah's got
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a reputation.
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But I, a blind fool in love's dazzling
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light, had dismissed my best friend's
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concerns. Back in the present, a loose
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thread on Sarah's favorite silk robe
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snagged my attention as I passed our
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bedroom.
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She'd left it draped carelessly across
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the bed, a silent accusation.
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Something about its languid repose
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unsettled me.
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Sarah, always so meticulous with her
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expensive indulgences.
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I picked it up, intending to restore
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order, and then I felt it. A small hard
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rectangle nestled in the pocket. A
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burner phone. My hands miraculously
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remained steady as I unlocked it. No
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password. An amateur's fatal flaw. The
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messages unspooled before me. A tapestry
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of deceit. Last night was incredible. I
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can't stop thinking about how you felt
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beneath me. Jay and another. When can I
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see you again? S has been working late
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all week. Meet me at the Ritz room 1542
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tomorrow at 8. Don't keep me waiting,
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beautiful
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Jay.
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I scrolled numbly through months of
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clandestine communications, photos, and
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sickeningly detailed accounts of their
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illicit encounters. The initial shock of
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betrayal solidified into something
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colder, harder, far more dangerous.
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I didn't hurl the phone. I didn't
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scream. I didn't storm out. Instead,
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with chilling precision, I meticulously
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photographed every message, every image,
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every damning piece of evidence. Then, I
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replaced the burner phone exactly as I
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had found it. My computer beckoned.
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Within hours, I had traced the lover's
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number.
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Julian Sterling, venture capitalist,
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married with a young daughter. A message
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pinged from Max.
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Hey, man. You still up? Got those
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security system specs you wanted?
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My fingers moved with an unnerving calm.
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Come over. Need to show you something.
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An hour later, Max sat in my office
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scrolling through the digital testament
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to betrayal, his face grim.
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Jesus Christ, he muttered. How long?
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Based on the messages? At least 6
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months, I replied, my voice eerily
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devoid of emotion.
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I need everything you can find on Julian
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Sterling.
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and I mean everything.
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Max looked up, the chilling resolve in
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my eyes sending a shiver down his spine.
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What are you planning? A cruel smile
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thin as a razor's edge curved my lips.
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They want to play games. I'll show them
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what happens when you play with a snake.
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Both of them. I turned to my computer,
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fingers flying across the keyboard,
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already creating detailed files.
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I built Sarah's entire social world.
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It's time to remind her exactly who
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she's dealing with.
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The next morning, I kissed Sarah goodbye
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as she departed for her yoga class.
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Within minutes, the tracking software
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Max had installed confirmed her
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location. Not the yoga studio, but the
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Ritz room 1542.
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The game had truly begun. Days bled into
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weeks as I meticulously gathered
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intelligence. their patterns, their
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secret meeting spots, their web of lies,
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every damning detail documented,
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cross-referenced, etched into my
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vengeful memory.
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Sarah, blinded by her illicit passion,
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never noticed the subtle shift in her
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husband.
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I remained attentive, thoughtful, the
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perfect spouse, if my touches grew
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slightly colder, my smiles a fraction
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less genuine. She was too consumed by
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her affair to perceive it. I watched her
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at a charity gala holding court among
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her glittering socialite friends. Evelyn
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Hayes, a viper in human form, hung on
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her every word, subtly fanning the
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flames of Sarah's veiled references to
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her exciting new romance. God knows Cass
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is married to his work these days. My
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phone buzzed. A text from Max. Financial
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records found. You're going to want to
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see this. Later that night, as Sarah
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slept beside me, her skin still faintly
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scented with another man's cologne, I
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reviewed Sterling's hidden accounts.
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Fraudulent reports, embezzled funds, a
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house of cards teetering on the brink. I
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opened my laptop and began composing
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emails to Sterling's investors,
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anonymous tips about concerning
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irregularities.
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The first domino was poised to fall. In
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my home office, surrounded by
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architectural plans that once
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represented creation, now overshadowed
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by evidence of destruction, I allowed
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myself a single moment of reflection.
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I thought of my parents, immigrants who
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had worked themselves to exhaustion, who
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had instilled in me the sacred values of
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loyalty and integrity. Then I remembered
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Sarah's messages. Cass is so boring, so
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predictable. He actually thinks I'm at
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yoga right now. Loel. My hand clenched
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around my pen until my knuckles
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whitened. No, no mercy, no forgiveness.
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Let them think me predictable. Let them
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believe me blind. The architect was
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drawing up new plans now, and this
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design would bring their entire world
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crashing down.
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The exclusive restaurant hummed with
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hushed conversations.
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Julian Sterling, a king in his own
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opulent kingdom, held court at his usual
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table.
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Across the room, I observed them. I
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noted Sterling's hand disappearing
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beneath the table to text the almost
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imperceptible tightening of his wife
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Isabelle's smile.
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"Another late meeting, darling,"
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Sterling announced, rising from the
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table. "My phone vibrated. Max's
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message. A link to an encrypted file.
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Found it. The Serpent's Den. You're not
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going to believe this. Later that night,
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I poured over the grim information.
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The Serpent's Den, an exclusive
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underground club, a sanctuary where the
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wealthy could indulge their infidelities
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far from prying eyes. Or so they
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believed. Max's voice crackled through
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the speaker.
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Security's tight, but their systems are
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outdated. I can get access to their
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cameras, guest lists, everything good.
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What about the next event? 2 weeks from
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Saturday. Your wife and Sterling are
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both on the list. My fingers drumed
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steadily on my desk. Perfect. Send me
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everything you have on Isabelle
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Sterling. I want to know what she knows.
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Two days later, I orchestrated a
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carefully choreographed chance meeting
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with Isabelle at a charity committee
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gathering.
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I watched her gradually relax as we
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discussed a potential project, her
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passion for her work eclipsing her
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initial reserve. She was sharp,
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insightful, a world away from the vapid
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trophy wife Sterling clearly treated her
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as. As she gathered her things, her
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phone buzzed, and I caught the fleeting
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flash of pain in her eyes.
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"Everything all right?" "Fine," she
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said, her smile brittle. just my
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husband. Another late meeting. Ah, those
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do seem to be growing more frequent in
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certain circles lately. Their eyes met
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and something profound passed between
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us. A shared understanding, a silent
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recognition of wounds carefully hidden.
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Coffee sounds lovely, Mr. Thorne. Have
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your office contact mine.
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After she left, I sent a message to Max.
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I'm in. Start compiling Sterling's
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financial records. All of them. His
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response was quick. Already on it. You
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should see these numbers. Guys been
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cooking his books for years. The pieces
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were beginning to fall into place. The
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understated facade of the serpent's den
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belied its true decadent nature. Inside
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the air was thick with the suffocating
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weight of countless secrets. Security
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guards in tailored suits nodded
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respectfully as I guided Isabelle
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through the doors. Her daughter Lily
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held her hand, her eyes wide with
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innocent wonder. "Remember," I murmured.
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"Timing is everything."
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"Mommy," Lily tugged at Isabelle's
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dress. "Isn't that daddy over there?"
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Sarah and Julian Sterling, a siren in
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silk, and a king in his opulent kingdom,
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sat across the room. Their eyes went
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wide as they registered our presence.
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"What an unexpected surprise!" Sterling
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blustered. "This isn't really a place
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for children, is it?" "No," Isabelle
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agreed coolly, her gaze unwavering.
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"It's a place for adultery, isn't it?"
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The silence that followed was
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suffocating.
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Couples throughout the opulent room
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shifted uncomfortably, suddenly
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fascinated by their drinks. I don't know
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what you're talking about, Sterling
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blustered, his face reening. Oh, very
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private, I interrupted, stepping
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forward. Perfect for conducting affairs
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away from prying eyes. Isn't that right,
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darling?
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Sarah's glass slipped from her fingers,
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shattering on the marble floor. I sub
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vocalized, "Max, now." Suddenly, the
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massive screens around the room
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flickered to life. Surveillance footage
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began to play. a horrifying montage of
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various club members in compromising
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positions. Sarah and Julian featured
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prominently, their betrayal documented
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in agonizing highdefinition clarity.
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Chaos erupted. People scrambled for the
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exits only to find them mysteriously
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locked. Phones were pulled out, but
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signals had been jammed. Couples turned
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on each other, accusations flying like
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poison darts. "You bastard!" Sterling
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snarled, starting toward me. You have no
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right to to expose your lies, your
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fraud. My voice cut through the
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pandemonium. New images appeared on the
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screens. Financial documents, bank
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statements, irrefutable evidence of
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embezzlement.
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Did you tell my wife about the pension
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fund you stole from? Or your mistress
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here about the offshore accounts you've
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been hiding? Sarah's face was ashen.
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What is he talking about? He's lying.
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Sterling snapped. This is all
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fabricated.
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Mommy. Lily's small voice filled with
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innocent confusion sliced through the
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tension. Why is Daddy yelling?
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Sterling deflated slightly, finally
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seeming to register his daughter's
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presence.
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Lily, princess.
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She stays, Isabelle commanded, her voice
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still. She deserves to see who her
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father really is.
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You're ruining everything. Sarah
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shrieked, tears streaming down her face.
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All of our lives.
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No, darling, I corrected her gently, my
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eyes cold. You did that yourselves. I'm
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just making sure you face the
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consequences.
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I turned to Isabelle. Ready? She nodded,
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taking Lily's hand. More than ready.
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As we left the serpent's den, the sound
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of arguing and breaking glass followed
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us. I had lit the fuse. Now I would
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watch it burn. The morning headlines
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screamed across every major newspaper.
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Venture capitalist Jude Sterling accused
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of massive fraud. Elite social club
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exposed. In Max's penthouse office, I
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sipped my coffee, watching the chaos
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unfold on multiple screens. Stock prices
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plummeted, phone lines jammed, and
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social media exploded with scandal.
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They're trying to control the damage,
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Max reported. But the evidence is too
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solid. They can't spin this. What about
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Sarah? I asked. Max pulled up another
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screen. She was hiding at the Four
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Seasons. Her credit cards now flagged
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for suspicious activity. "And her social
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circle?" I inquired.
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Max gestured to a security footage
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display. It showed Sarah being politely
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but firmly turned away from her favorite
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private club, her face crumpling as the
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doors closed in her face. Evelyn Hayes,
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her makeup stre with tears, stormed into
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the office. You have to help me, she
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sobbed. They're all turning against me.
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My friends, my clients, everyone knows I
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helped them. Actions have consequences,
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I replied coldly. You chose to
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facilitate their betrayal. Did you think
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there wouldn't be a price? I'll tell you
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everything," she offered desperately.
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"There's nothing you can tell me that I
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don't already know." I nodded to Max,
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who pressed a button. A recording of
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Evelyn's voice filled the room. "Of
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course, I helped them hide it. Sarah's
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my best friend, and Jude pays very well
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for discretion." Evelyn sank into a
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chair, her face ashen. "You were
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recording everything?
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Every meeting you arranged," I
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confirmed. Every lie you helped
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maintain, every bribe you took. You're
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no longer useful to anyone, Eevee.
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Max's computer chimed with new alerts.
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Sterling's out. Board voted unanimously.
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His assets are frozen, pending
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investigation.
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He pulled up footage of Isabelle at a
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press conference. She stood at a podium,
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elegant and composed.
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I am deeply shocked by these revelations
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about my husband's financial misconduct,
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she stated. My primary concern now is
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protecting our employees pensions. As of
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this morning, I have filed for divorce
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and am cooperating fully with
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investigators. Perfect, I murmured.
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Strong, sympathetic, completely
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blindsided.
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I turned to Max, a sense of finality
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settling over me. They chose to play
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with fire. Now they would learn what it
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means to burn.
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