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Aug 13, 2025
She Cheated. I Turned Her Fantasy Into a Nightmare | Daily Telly Talks
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The world I knew ended on a Wednesday
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evening. The air in our kitchen, usually
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a comfort, was thick with an unsettling
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tension. My wife Sarah, was waiting for
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me at the table. A simple we need to
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talk, can unravel a decade of shared
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life, and the look on her face was a
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harbinger of doom. My stomach tightened
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into a nod as I sat down. "Mike," she
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began, a nervous energy radiating from
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her. "You know I love you, and I would
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never do anything to hurt you." The
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words were a bitter prelude to a
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betrayal I could never have imagined.
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I've met someone else, she finally
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confessed, her voice barely a whisper.
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"I don't want to leave you, but I need
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more. Something different. I want to
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take a lover." I stared at her, the
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woman I had spent 10 years building a
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life with, the woman who was now
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proposing a casual arrangement for
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infidelity. The absurdity of it all was
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breathtaking. You love me, want to stay
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with me, but also want to sleep with
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someone else?" I asked, my voice
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dangerously calm." She nodded as if this
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were the most reasonable suggestion in
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the world. "It would be just a casual
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thing," she insisted. "I would never
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hide anything. I still love you, Mike,
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but I need this. If you love me, you'll
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understand." My bitter laughter filled
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the silent kitchen.
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You really think this wouldn't mess up
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our marriage? How would you feel if I
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told you I wanted to sleep with another
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woman?
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She was caught off guard, stuttering a
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weak defense about it being okay as long
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as it didn't affect us.
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You know damn well you wouldn't be fine
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with it, Sarah. I snapped, the calm
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facade crumbling.
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If the roles were reversed, you'd be
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losing your mind.
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Her face fell. She hadn't expected me to
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be so angry. "I thought you loved me
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enough to let me do this," she said
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quietly. The air grew cold between us,
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the warmth of a decade extinguished in a
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single moment. I stood up, the chair
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scraping against the floor, and began
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packing a bag. "I don't want to sleep in
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the same bed with someone who's thinking
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more about another guy than they are
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about me," I said, the words cutting
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through the air like a knife. I slammed
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the guest room door behind me, sealing
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myself in a silent prison of my own
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making. That night, I barely slept. The
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anger and betrayal churned within me, a
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toxic brew of emotions. But beneath the
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pain, a plan began to form. I wasn't
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going to be a victim. I wasn't just
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going to sit back and let her destroy
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our life. If she was going to burn our
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world down, I was going to make sure she
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felt the heat. The next morning, I
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called my job and took a few days off.
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My first stop was an electronic store. I
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bought three voice activated recorders,
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one for the home phone, one for our
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bedroom, and one for her car. I then
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went to our cell phone provider and as
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the account holder, accessed her call
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logs. The records confirmed my fears, a
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guy named Tom. The digging continued at
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home where I cracked into her email
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accounts. A hidden account, a secret
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world of communication, revealed their
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plans. They were meeting this very
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weekend for a romantic getaway in Kansas
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City. I set up the email to forward all
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incoming messages to me, becoming a
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ghost in their digital affair. Finally,
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I bought two small GPS trackers and hid
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them in her wallet and her car. I was no
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longer a husband. I was a private
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investigator collecting evidence for the
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inevitable. With my surveillance in
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place, I contacted a divorce lawyer. He
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was impressed with my forethought and
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the evidence I had already gathered.
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We could file for divorce on the grounds
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of adultery and more importantly sue her
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lover Tom for alienation of affection.
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It was a legal action I hadn't even
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considered a way to make them both pay.
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All I needed now was concrete undeniable
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proof. The days passed in a haze of cold
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indifference. I ignored Sarah speaking
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only in clipped necessary sentences. The
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final talk came on Sunday. We sat in the
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kitchen, the scene of her original
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betrayal.
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I still want to go through with it, she
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said, her tone firm, defiant. My heart
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sank. But I remained calm.
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This will destroy our marriage, Sarah.
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This ends us.
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She tried to argue to make me see her
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point of view. But her words were
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hollow.
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I'm the selfish one, I asked, a bitter
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laugh escaping my lips. You want to
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sleep with another man, and I'm selfish
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for saying no? That's ridiculous. A
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tense silence followed. Then she asked
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the question that sealed our fate. What
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happens if I do it anyway? I looked her
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dead in the eye. Then there will be
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consequences. Serious consequences. If
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you break your promise to be faithful,
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we're done. She simply said, "I guess
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this conversation is over then." I
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walked out of the house, my mind made
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up. The game had begun. Had Thursday
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arrived, the eve of their little
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romantic getaway.
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The final email confirmed their plans.
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Tom had booked a room at a fancy hotel
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in Kansas City. The way they spoke,
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you'd think they were two starcrossed
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lovers instead of a couple of deceitful
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adulterers.
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I reserved the same room, but for the
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night before they were supposed to meet.
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I drove to Kansas City, checked in, and
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spent a few hours meticulously setting
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up fiber optic cameras, small and
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undetectable, to capture everything. I
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tested them, ensuring every angle was
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covered. This wasn't just about a
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divorce anymore. It was about making
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them both pay for what they were about
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to do. I drove home with a grim sense of
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satisfaction. A small bottle of pepper
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spray in my bag. I had one last small
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act of revenge to perform. That night,
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Sarah acted as if everything were
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normal. A chilling display of
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nonchalants.
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Friday morning, as she left for the
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salon, I went to our joint bank. I
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closed all the accounts and transferred
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the money into a new one under my name.
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I canceled all the credit cards. I had
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already signed the divorce papers. Now
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all I needed was the proof. Returning
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home, I found her suitcase. Inside, new
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lingerie, something she had never worn
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for me. The sight was a sharp, stinging
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reminder of her betrayal. I pulled out
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the pepper spray and with a grim smile
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coated the crotch of the panties and the
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cups of the bra. It was a petty act born
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of a decade of forgotten love. But it
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was a small victory in a war I was
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determined to win. I waited until she
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was getting ready, her body a silhouette
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of the woman I no longer knew, and
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walked into our bedroom. She was wearing
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the lingerie, her body a weapon of
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betrayal. "You sure went all out for
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him," I said, my voice dripping with
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sarcasm.
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She looked away, a flicker of shame in
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her eyes. I took her hand, the one with
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the wedding rings I had placed there so
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many years ago. This meant something to
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me, I said, my voice quiet. But not to
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you. I slid both the wedding and
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engagement rings off her finger and
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slipped them into my pocket. The
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engagement ring had been my mother's. It
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was a family heirloom, not a trophy for
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her infidelity.
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Don't bring him into this house, I
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warned her as I left. I'll be watching.
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I parked down the street, my car a
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silent hidden sentinel. A few hours
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later, Tom's car pulled up. I watched
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through the windshield as they kissed on
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the front porch, a long, deep kiss that
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felt like a final blow to my heart. She
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looked in my direction, a smug,
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triumphant smile on her face. In my car,
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I gave her the finger. Her smile
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vanished. I drove to Kansas City. The
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aftermath, I set up my laptop in my
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hotel room. The cameras in their room
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streaming to my screen. They wasted no
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time. I watched a detached observer as
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the pathetic spectacle of their
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infidelity unfolded. Tom, I quickly
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realized, was a disappointment in every
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sense of the word. He was a 60-second
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man, and the look on Sarah's face after
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their brief encounter was one of pure,
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unadulterated frustration. She had
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thrown away a 10-year marriage for this.
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The sight filled me with a strange sense
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of satisfaction. She hadn't just
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betrayed me, she had humiliated herself.
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The next day, I began my campaign of
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psychological torment. I called a local
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florist and ordered a bouquet, the same
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one I had always sent her for our
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anniversary. I had it delivered to their
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hotel room. Through the camera, I
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watched as her face shifted from
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surprise to discomfort.
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The flowers, a reminder of the life she
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had thrown away, were a poison in her
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romantic fantasy.
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She called me, her voice tense and
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accusing.
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"Did you send me these flowers?" she
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demanded. I feigned ignorance, my voice
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as cold as the betrayal in her heart.
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Why would I send you flowers, Sarah?
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Enjoy your weekend with Tom. I hung up.
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She threw the flowers in the trash. The
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mind games had begun. Next, a pizza,
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Sarah's favorite. Then a sandwich, also
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her favorite. Each delivery, a knock on
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their door, an interruption in their
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pathetic attempts at romance, chipped
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away at their illusion. Tom, irritated
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and confused, paid for each delivery.
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But Sarah, a slow, dawning horror in her
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eyes, started to realize. "He knows
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where we are," she said to Tom, her face
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pale. "He's messing with us." I smiled
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as I watched her realization, her
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carefully constructed world of lies and
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deceit finally beginning to crumble. The
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final act of my revenge, was the most
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satisfying.
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As they returned from a dinner and
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prepared for a romantic night in Sarah
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put on the lingerie I had doused with
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pepper spray. I waited, a sense of grim
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anticipation building within me. It
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didn't take long. She ran into the
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bathroom, tearing off her clothes, her
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skin burning red.
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The pepper spray had done its job. Their
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romantic weekend was over. Sunday
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morning, I drove home. I had the
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evidence I needed. The locks were
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changed. Her belongings were in garbage
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bags by the front door. When she
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arrived, she was a wreck. "I'm back,"
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she announced, a desperate hope in her
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voice. "I love you," she said, tears
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streaming down her face. But it was too
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late. "I did love you," I said, the past
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tense a dagger to her heart. "But you
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didn't love me. You threw us away." I
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handed her the wedding ring, now
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flattened and worthless.
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It's worthless now, I said. Just like
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our marriage. I kissed her on the
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forehead one last time and walked back
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into the empty house. The sound of her
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sobs a distant hollow echo. I wasn't
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done. I called Tom's wife, Jenny. I laid
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out all the evidence, the emails, the
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texts, the video footage. She was a
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beautiful, stunning woman, and the sight
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of her made Tom's betrayal even more
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baffling. We hired my lawyer, and
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together we filed for divorce and sued
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Tom for alienation of affection.
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Sarah's call came later, a panicked
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scream of a woman whose world had just
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imploded. "What the hell is going on?"
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she shrieked. Tom got papers, too. I was
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cold and unapologetic. It's exactly what
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I told you would happen, Sarah.
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Consequences. She had made her choices,
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and now she would have to live with
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them. I was free. Free to move on. Free
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to find a new life, a new beginning.
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Maybe with Jenny. Only time would tell.
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