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In this powerful and emotional true story, Neil believed he had it all — a 22-year marriage, a thriving business, a beautiful home, and a daughter he cherished. But what seemed like the American dream was a carefully constructed illusion.
When a late-night surprise visit uncovers his wife's long-hidden affair with a man from her past, everything begins to unravel. Even more shocking? His own daughter takes her mother's side.
This is a story about betrayal, heartbreak, resilience — and ultimately, redemption. Watch as Neil rebuilds not just his life, but a new future rooted in truth, strength, and love.
💔 Betrayal.
💪 Resilience.
🌱 A new beginning.
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In the twilight of my life, I believed I
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had it all. 22 years of marriage, a bond
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that felt as solid as the foundation of
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our suburban Portland home, a
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flourishing landscaping business, a
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sanctuary of a house, a wife I adored,
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and a daughter who was the very center
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of my universe. The American dream
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etched in stone. A picture perfect lie.
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The truth I would soon discover was a
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jagged shard of glass waiting to tear my
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world apart. I first met Irene during
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our last year at the University of
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Oregon. She was a whirlwind of intellect
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and laughter, a journalism student with
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a mind as sharp as her wit.
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I can still see her now, hunched over a
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coffee shop table, fingers flying across
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a laptop, a fierce intensity in her gaze
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that made her oblivious to the world
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around her. It took 3 days and one
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tragically spilled latte to finally
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catch her eye. When her initial glare of
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annoyance melted into a smile, I knew I
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was lost. We were young, perhaps too
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young, but our certainty was absolute. 8
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months later, amidst the joyful chaos of
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a summer festival, I proposed. The ring
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was cheap, 3 months of savings from my
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meager part-time job, but the look on
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her face was priceless. "Are you sure?"
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she whispered, tears tracing clean paths
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down her cheeks. We have our whole lives
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ahead of us. Exactly, I replied. And I
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want to spend every single moment of
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that life with you. A year later,
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Cassandra arrived. She was a surprise, a
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tiny, perfect creature with her mother's
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brilliant eyes and my stubborn chin. In
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that sacred moment, holding her for the
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first time, I made a silent, sacred vow
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to give her the world.
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The early years were a beautiful,
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exhilarating storm.
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My landscaping business, Elliot
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Landscaping, was a newborn, and I was
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toiling 14-hour days to keep it alive.
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We lived in a cramped apartment, a shoe
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box where the walls were so thin, we
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knew our neighbors dramas as well as our
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own. We were broke, living on instant
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noodles. But we were happy. There is a
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profound kind of joy in building
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something from nothing. We celebrated
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every small victory with a wild abandon.
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A new client. Irene's first published
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article. Cassandra's first wobbly steps.
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We're building something real here,
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Neil. Irene would whisper, her head on
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my chest as Cassandra slept.
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Something that will last forever.
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I believed her with every fiber of my
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being. By the time Cassandra was 16,
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Elliot Landscaping was a formidable
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force in the city. Irene was a section
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editor at the Portland Tribune and our
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home was a sanctuary. We had family
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vacations, a bulging college fund, and a
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sense of having made it. I thought our
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happiness was a given, an unshakable
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truth. But a man who spends his life
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building things learns to spot the
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subtle cracks in a foundation.
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After 22 years of marriage, you develop
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a sixth sense for your partner. I knew
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Irene was upset by the way she loaded
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the dishwasher. Each movement too
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precise, too deliberate. So when she
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started staying late at the office, not
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one but three nights a week, my
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instincts screamed. Big story, she'd
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say, her words a plausible shield for
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the distance in her eyes. She was
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investigating corruption within the city
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council. A perfect excuse. But the knots
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in my stomach told a different story.
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One night, after finally finishing a
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monumental project that had consumed my
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team for 6 months, I decided to surprise
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her.
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I grabbed takeout from her favorite tie
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place and drove downtown.
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The Tribune building was a ghost town at
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9:00 p.m. The only sign of life, a
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single desk lamp illuminating a corner
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cubicle. Through the glass door, I saw
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her laughing on the phone with a
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vibrancy I hadn't seen at home in years.
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My hands tightened around the takeout
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bag. I didn't burst in. I simply
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retreated into the shadows and watched.
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When she hung up, a faint secret smile
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played on her lips as she typed a
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message on her phone and slipped it
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away.
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That night, I lay beside her in bed, the
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space between us and ocean, wondering
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who was on the other end of that phone
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line. 2 days later, the truth arrived in
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a prosaic form, a credit card receipt.
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"Cassandra had used my truck to move
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furniture and had found it tucked in the
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console." "Dad," she asked, her voice
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innocent, "why were you at the Riverview
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Hotel last Friday. I thought you were at
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that landscaping expo in Seattle."
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The hotel bill was from the very weekend
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I had been out of town. I wasn't there,
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but I knew who had been. I am a man who
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deals in facts, not conjecture. I hired
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an old friend, Mike, a private
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investigator who owed me a favor. "Are
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you sure about this, Neil?" he asked. A
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hint of concern in his voice. "Once you
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know, you can't unsee it."
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"I need the truth, Mike," I replied. My
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jaw clenched so tight it achd. A week
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later, he called me during a client
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meeting. "You need to see this," he
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said. He's back at the Riverview.
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I abandoned the meeting and raced
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downtown.
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Mike pointed to a silver Audi in the
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parking lot. That's not her car, I said.
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No, he replied, but she arrived in a cab
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40 minutes ago. The Audi belongs to a
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guy named Damon Reeves, editor at the
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Seattle Sentinel. He and Irene worked
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together years ago. The name hit me like
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a physical blow. Damon, the ghost from
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her past. The one she'd dated before me,
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whose name was whispered on rare
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occasions with a distant, wistful look.
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The one she said had moved to Seattle
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and faded into memory. It seemed he
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hadn't faded at all. I didn't confront
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her that night. Instead, I scheduled a
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session with our longtime family
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therapist, Dr. Winters, under the guise
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of work stress.
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I feel like something has shifted
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between us, I said, looking directly at
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Irene. We've both been busy, she
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deflected. It's just a phase.
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But the therapist was astute.
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Is there something else going on, Irene?
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Something Neil should know.
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A text message vibrated on her phone,
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and she glanced at it, a flicker of
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emotion breaking through her carefully
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constructed facade.
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I've been in touch with someone, she
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confessed, her gaze fixed on the floor.
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An old friend. Damon Reeves.
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Damon Reeves isn't just an old friend, I
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said, my voice eerily calm. And you
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weren't just in touch. You've been lying
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to me and using my credit card to pay
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for your hotels.
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Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with
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a combination of shock and guilt. Dr.
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Winters attempted to mediate, but Irene
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stood up, a new resolve hardening her
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expression.
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I'm sorry you found out this way, she
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said. But maybe it's for the best. Damon
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and I have reconnected, and I've
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realized something I've been denying for
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years. He was always the one for me.
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Neil, what we had, it was good, but it
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was wrong. I sat there, 22 years of my
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life dissolving before my eyes.
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I wasn't the love of her life. I was the
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consolation prize, the comfortable
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compromise. The drive home was silent,
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heavy with the weight of shattered
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memories. At home, she immediately began
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to pack a suitcase. "Is that it?" I
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asked, standing in the bedroom doorway.
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"22 years, and you just walk away."
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"I didn't plan for this," she said, a
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folded sweater clutched in her hands.
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Damon contacted me about a job and it
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was supposed to be professional, but it
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became personal. "I'm done," I said, the
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control in my voice surprising even me.
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"I'm not interested in being your silver
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medal, as if summoned by the chaos, the
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front door opened."
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"Mom,
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Dad, why are both your cars here?"
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Cassandra's voice was laced with
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confusion.
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Irene emerged from the bedroom. Her eyes
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red, her chin held high. Cass, darling,
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we need to talk.
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I watched my daughter's face as Irene
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explained her reunion with Damon, her
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belief that they were destined to be
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together.
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And then came the blow. A betrayal so
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deep it eclipsed her mother's.
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"So, you'll finally be happy, Mom?" she
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asked, her hand in Irene's.
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"I think so, darling," Irene replied.
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Cassandra turned to me, her eyes so much
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like her mother's, filled with a strange
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mix of pity and accusation.
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"Dad, you were always so focused on the
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business, on providing. Maybe you didn't
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see mom was unhappy." Was you don't know
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everything, Cass? I said, my voice raw
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with disbelief.
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I know mom deserves happiness, she said
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firmly. If she found it with Damon after
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all these years, isn't that what
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matters?
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In that moment, looking at my wife and
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daughter united against me, something
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inside me hardened into steel. The
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foundation I had spent a lifetime
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building didn't just crack. It
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completely crumbled. "You cheated on
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me," I said, my voice a blade cutting
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through the air. "After 22 years of
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marriage, you've betrayed everything we
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built, and our daughter applauds you for
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it." I grabbed my keys and wallet. "You
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two have clearly figured this all out.
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I'm done." I spent three nights in a
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roadside motel, surrounded by truckers
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and the humming of a vending machine. It
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perfectly mirrored my mood, worn,
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functional, and without pretense. On the
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fourth morning, I returned home while
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Irene was at work. I needed documents,
10:20
clothes, and time to think. What I found
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in the safe changed everything. Inside,
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a sealed envelope marked Damon personal.
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A stack of letters, some dating back 15
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years, all from Damon to Irene. They had
10:34
never lost touch. The most recent
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mentioned the finalization of his
10:39
divorce, and the line, "Perhaps fate is
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giving us another chance."
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The last shred of doubt about this being
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a recent fling, vanished. This was a
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long, festering deception. Cassandra
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appeared, blocking the doorway to my
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home office. "Dad, what are you doing?"
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"Taking what I need," I replied. "Mom's
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worried about you.
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worried. I laughed, the sound hollow.
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Your mother has been in love with
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another man for the entirety of our
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marriage, Cass. These, I held up the
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envelope. Prove it. She took the
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letters, her confidence faltering as she
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skimmed the dates. But they only
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recently reconnected, she said, her
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voice small. Life lesson, kiddo, I
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replied. People lie, even parents. her
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eyes filled with tears. But you and mom
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were happy. I remember we were. I
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conceded, my voice softening.
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Or at least I was. That's what makes
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this worse. I'm filing for divorce
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tomorrow. Your mother can have the
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house. I'll start over.
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But what about me? She cried. You made
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your choice pretty clear, Cass. You
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think your mom deserves happiness with
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her true love. I won't stand in the way
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of that fantasy.
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I kissed her forehead and walked past
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her. Behind me, I heard her quiet sobs
12:07
as she read the evidence of a betrayal
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that had spanned decades. 6 months after
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the divorce, Elliot Landscaping had
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expanded into three new counties. I had
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immersed myself in the work, securing
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two major municipal park contracts. I
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had chosen a clean slate over a bitter
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battle, and it was paying dividends.
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No looking back, no dwelling on the
12:29
betrayal, just forward momentum and hard
12:31
work. But this strategy only worked
12:34
until Thanksgiving when an unexpected
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visitor appeared in my office.
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"Your secretary said I could wait,"
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Cassandra said, rising from the sofa.
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She looked thinner, her eyes ringed with
12:47
dark circles.
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"You've been avoiding my calls." "Been
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busy," I replied, sitting down.
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The Monroe project starts next week.
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Mom sold the house, Dad," she said, her
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voice strained. "She and Damon are
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moving to Seattle." Her voice was now
13:06
thick with disillusionment. "It's our
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home," she cried. "All the memories, the
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growth marks on the wall, the treehouse,
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all gone. "They're just places, kiddo,"
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I said, a slight crack in my calm
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facade. "The memories stay with you."
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Easy for you to say," she replied. "You
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just walked away from everything without
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looking back."
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That was it. My facade cracked
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completely.
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I opened a desk drawer and pulled out a
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small wooden box. Inside were the only
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personal items I had kept. Cassandra's
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first baby tooth, a Father's Day card, a
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small jar of dirt from where we had
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buried her hamster. I didn't walk away
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from what mattered, I said quietly. I
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just refused to fight for the rest. Her
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eyes filled with tears. I was wrong,
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Dad, about everything. I found Mom's old
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journals, she called you her safe
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choice, her comfortable compromise.
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You're here now, I said, closing the
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box. That's what matters.
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Can we Can we start over? She asked. I
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looked at my daughter, the only person
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around whom I had truly built my life,
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and felt something long dormant begin to
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soften.
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"How about dinner?" I offered. It wasn't
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forgiveness, not entirely, but it was a
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foundation.
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And if there was one thing I knew, it
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was how to build. A year later, an email
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from Mike arrived with a link to a news
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article. It was a profile of Damon
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Reeves, now the executive editor of the
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Seattle Sentinel, with a beaming Irene
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Reeves on his arm. I closed the browser
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without reading. Their fiction no longer
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concerned me. That evening, I met with a
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commercial developer named Ryan
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Johnston. I'm still talking to Westlake
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Designs, he said. They came in 15% under
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you. Westlake uses non-native plants
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that don't thrive in this climate, I
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explained. In 3 years, you'll spend
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twice as much on maintenance. I don't
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compete on price, Ryan. I compete on
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value and integrity.
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My work endures. I like that, he said.
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And just as he stepped away to take a
15:20
call, Cassandra appeared.
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Dad, she exclaimed. She was with a young
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man, Jason Miller, a friend from
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college.
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Mr. Johnston, Cassandra said, I
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overheard you talking about sustainable
15:34
building practices. My dad's company has
15:36
an entirely new division for
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environmental consulting.
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By dessert, Ryan was impressed enough to
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shake my hand and declare, "Elliot
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Landscaping gets the contract. Your
15:46
daughter here closed the deal." "I have
15:48
ideas," Cassandra said later, her eyes
15:50
gleaming. "I want to ask if we could
15:52
expand into environmental consulting. I
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could build that division from the
15:56
ground up." "For the first time in over
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a year, I felt a spark of genuine
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excitement. Not a return to what was
16:04
lost, but something new, something
16:05
sprouting." "I'm listening," I said,
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truly meaning it. 5 years after my
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divorce, Elliot Environmental Consulting
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was a thriving division under
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Cassandra's leadership. On a crisp
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autumn morning, we stood at the ribbon
16:19
cutting ceremony for the Monroe Eco
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Center, the project that had started it
16:23
all. You must be very proud, a voice
16:27
said beside me. I turned to find an
16:30
attractive woman in her 40s.
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Linda Mercer, she introduced herself.
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New director of city planning. We met at
16:39
a proposals meeting last month. We
16:41
talked about native plants and water
16:43
conservation and she mentioned she had
16:46
just moved from California after her own
16:48
divorce. I found myself offering to buy
16:51
her a coffee sometime.
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5 years ago, I thought my life was
16:56
ending. 2 years ago, I thought I'd never
16:59
trust anyone again.
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But standing in this place built on new
17:04
beginnings, I realized the future
17:07
remains unwritten.
17:10
As Linda smiled and accepted my
17:12
invitation, something long dormant came
17:14
back to life. Exactly 5 years after the
17:17
divorce was finalized, I stood in the
17:20
backyard of my new home in the West
17:21
Hills, surrounded by friends and family.
17:24
String lights twinkled in the trees I
17:26
had planted myself.
17:29
5 years ago, I thought my life was
17:31
ending. I began raising my glass.
17:33
Instead, it was just beginning. Like any
17:35
good landscape design, sometimes you
17:37
have to clear the ground before you can
17:39
build something better. My team raised
17:41
their glasses in agreement. I looked at
17:43
Cassandra standing with her fianceé,
17:46
Jason, by the fire pit I had built last
17:48
autumn, and I turned to Linda, whose
17:50
engagement ring caught the firelight.
17:52
After 2 years of dating, we were finally
17:54
going to make it official. The best
17:56
revenge isn't bitterness. It's creating
17:58
a life so full that the past becomes
18:00
just that, the past.
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Ready to go in? Linda asked, slipping
18:06
her hand into mine.
18:08
Absolutely, I replied, pouring every
18:11
possible meaning into the
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