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Aug 10, 2025
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I Caught My Wife in the Hot Tub with Her Boss... So I Made Her Regret Everything | Early Fast news
I thought my marriage was solid—until I saw my wife in a hot tub with two senior partners from her firm. What began as a company Christmas party turned into a night that shattered everything I believed about love, trust, and loyalty. But I didn’t fall apart. I planned. This is the raw, brutally honest story of betrayal, revenge, and starting over.
💥 Divorce, scandal, lawsuits, and karma all collided in this real-life drama that took down a hedge fund and gave me back my life.
👉 Subscribe for more gripping real-life stories that prove the truth is stranger—and more savage—than fiction.
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I couldn't believe my eyes. Simone, my
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wife of 5 years, was in the hot tub
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below the penthouse, laughing with a guy
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whose hands were all over her. Their
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playful expressions quickly turned into
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something more intimate. And with a
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cold, detached fury, I pulled out my
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phone and started filming. Just a few
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hours earlier, the night had been a
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charade. The company Christmas party for
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SG Funds, the hedge fund where Simone
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worked, was a lavish affair.
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When I'd first found the invitation for
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a plus one on her phone, she'd tried to
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talk me out of going.
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"It'll be so boring, honey," she'd said.
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Just a bunch of financial experts
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talking about money.
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Her attempts to dissuade me, once a
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source of mild confusion, now made
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perfect, sickening sense. Simone and I
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had a routine. Once a month, SG funds
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threw a party, and she'd come home late,
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or even the next morning. I had never
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questioned it. I trusted her. When I did
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agree to come to this one, she'd offered
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a cryptic warning. The guys here can get
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pretty handsy and things get wild. Just
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promise me you'll be on your best
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behavior.
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She'd kissed me, a hollow gesture that I
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now understood as a plea for my
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ignorance.
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At the party, she introduced me to her
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friend, Linda, who looked me over and
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smirked. "So, you're the husband?" Linda
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said, a sly tone in her voice. This is
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going to be fun. Simone is a wild and
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crazy girl. Before I could process the
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comment, Simone was gone, dragging Linda
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away to mingle. For 2 hours, I sat at an
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empty table, watching a sea of strangers
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and nursing a beer, feeling less like a
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husband and more like a prop. Finally, I
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decided to cut my losses and go home.
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That's when I saw them. Simone and Linda
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walking toward me with a group of guys,
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one with his arm wrapped tightly around
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my wife's waist.
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Simone, with a glassy-eyed smile, kissed
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me. The taste was sharp. Tequila and
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something else. When I said I was
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leaving, she assured me she'd see me
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later at Ben's penthouse, where the
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party was moving to the hot tub. In the
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parking lot, she climbed into a car with
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the guys. "Why don't you just ride with
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me?" I asked, my voice strained. Oh,
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don't be silly, she said. And just like
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that, she was gone, leaving a trail of
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laughter in her wake. I followed them,
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my mind spinning. The moment I arrived
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at the penthouse, I saw Simone in a
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bikini, already in the hot tub with two
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men, Ben and Dale, senior partners at
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the firm. I stood frozen, watching.
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Linda saw me and approached. "Hey, do
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you want to get together later?" she
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asked. "What makes you think I'd be
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interested in that?" I responded, my
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voice dangerously low. "I'm married."
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Linda's smile faltered, replaced by
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genuine surprise. "Oh my god," she said,
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her eyes widening in a slow, horrible
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realization. "You didn't know, did you,
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about the open marriage?" A wave of
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nausea hit me. I felt the bile rise in
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my throat. "Know what?" Linda's voice
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dropped to a whisper. "Simone's been
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with Ben and Dale. This has been going
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on since she started working here over a
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year ago.
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The pieces of the puzzle clicked into
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place. The late nights, the cryptic
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warnings, the sudden happiness that had
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replaced her earlier unhappiness.
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I finally knew the truth. Disgusted but
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determined. I walked upstairs. That's
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when I filmed the video. My love for
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Simone, a steady flame for years, had
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been snuffed out in an instant, replaced
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by a cold, hateful rage.
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I went back downstairs.
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"Why aren't you in your trunks?" Simone
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asked, her smile still plastered on her
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face. I grabbed her arm, pulling her
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into a quiet room and slamming the door.
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"Would you ever have told me about our
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open marriage?" I hissed. "Did you think
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I was stupid?" I played the video I'd
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just taken. She saw herself laughing and
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touching those two men, and her face
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went pale.
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You plan to humiliate me? I said,
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"You're disgusting."
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I took off my wedding ring, placing it
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in her hand. Then, with a slow,
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deliberate movement, I took hers off her
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finger and dropped it into her palm.
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"What are you doing?" she whispered, her
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voice trembling. "You're a whore," I
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said, the word tasting like poison on my
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tongue. "I want a divorce. Don't come
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home."
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She started to cry, to plead, to say she
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loved me, but I just walked away.
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As I left, one of the men yelled after
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me. "Why you leaving so soon, bro? She's
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one hell of a party girl." "She's yours
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now," I said and kept walking. I drove
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home, deleting and blocking Simone's
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number the moment I arrived. I took her
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belongings, stuffed them into trash
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bags, and put them in her car. I pulled
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her car out of the garage, changed the
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access code, and locked her out of my
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life. Over the next two days, the truth
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became even more vile. Linda called,
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begging me to reconsider. Then two
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videos arrived on my phone from
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unfamiliar numbers. The first video
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showed Simone with three men in the hot
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tub. The second showed Ben, one of her
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bosses, holding my wedding ring while
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she smirked into the camera. My hatred
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for her grew exponentially. The videos
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were my proof, my armor, and my
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justification. On Monday, I took a brief
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vacation from work, called my lawyer,
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Jenny Hawkins, and started untangling my
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life. I withdrew half of our joint
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assets and settled her credit card.
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Jenny listened to my story and suggested
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a bold move, sue her employers for
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alienation of affection. A difficult but
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not impossible case given my video
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evidence.
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I gave her the go-ahad, instructing her
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to have the papers served at their
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office.
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I wanted them to feel the same public
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humiliation they had inflicted on me.
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The chaos that followed was a carefully
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orchestrated symphony of my own making.
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Ben, my wife's lover, called and
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threatened me. I immediately reported it
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to Jenny, who filed a temporary
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restraining order against him and his
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cohorts. The next Saturday, Ben showed
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up at my door, pounding and yelling. I
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called the police and they arrested him
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on the spot. The story hit the papers.
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Hedge fund CEO arrested. I felt a grim
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satisfaction. A few weeks later, Jenny
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called with an update.
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Simone had petitioned for marriage
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counseling and the judge had ordered six
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sessions. Worse, she was pregnant. My
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lawyer warned me that if the child was
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mine, I'd have to pay child support and
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the divorce would be delayed. I agreed
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to go to the counseling session, not for
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a reunion, but for a final
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confrontation. In the counselor's
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office, Simone looked forlorn. I,
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however, felt nothing but ice. The
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counselor, Dr. Farnsworth, asked if I
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would consider reconciliation for the
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baby's sake. I pulled out my phone and
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played the videos. The disgust on the
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doctor's face was my only vindication.
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She slept with four or five dozen men, I
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told them.
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She has no idea who the father is, and
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you're asking me to raise her child? Dr.
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Farnsworth agreed to proceed with
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individual sessions. I walked out,
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leaving Simone to cry over her steering
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wheel. Good, I thought. Let her feel
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some of the pain she'd inflicted. Moving
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on. A few days later, a call from Linda.
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Simone's in the hospital, she said, due
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to a mishap. I felt no pity. I went to
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the hospital, not out of concern, but
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for legal reasons. The doctor said
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Simone was 9 or 10 weeks pregnant. Still
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a chance it could have been mine, but
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the mishap, which had ended the
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pregnancy, meant I could proceed with
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the divorce. I walked into her room.
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Linda stood there glaring, but I just
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growled at her until she left. "Do you
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really hate me that much?" Simone
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whispered. "I don't hate you right now,"
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I admitted. But there's no going back.
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Every time you left the house, I'd
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wonder if you were sleeping with the
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checkout clerk. You made a mockery of
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me," she cried, apologizing.
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But it was too late. I said my final
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goodbye and walked out. "Goodbye,
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Simone," I whispered. The divorce was
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quick and quiet. Simone abandoned her
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objections and the judge granted it. SG
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funds went under. Ben and Dale served a
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month in jail for harassment, their
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reputations in tatters.
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Simone and Linda, a twisted pair, ended
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up working in a retail store. I moved
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on, dating casually, slowly picking up
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the pieces of my life. Two years later,
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I met Clare. Like me, she had been
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betrayed and hurt by infidelity.
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We started slow, building a relationship
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on trust and respect, a foundation I
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knew could never be broken again. We
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held hands, took walks, and talked for
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hours.
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I was finally building a life not based
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on competition or performance, but on
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genuine connection.
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The engineer in me had finally built
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something