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Caught My Boyfriend Cheating at Spin Class… Then the FBI Got Involved | Early Fast news
Aug 12, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories Caught My Boyfriend Cheating at Spin Class… Then the FBI Got Involved | Early Fast news What started as a normal spin class turned into the most insane moment of my life. I caught my boyfriend of 4 years cheating—on FaceTime—while he was in our kitchen. What followed was a rollercoaster of betrayal, stalking, restraining orders, FBI investigations, and a group of 25 spin-class sisters who had my back every step of the way. This is the story of how I lost a liar… and found my power. 💪 You won't believe how deep the lies went. 🔔 Subscribe for more jaw-dropping real-life stories. 💬 Comment below: Have you ever seen someone go down this hard? 📌 Chapters: 0:00 - Spin Class Gone Wrong 2:30 - The FaceTime Bombshell 5:00 - The Women Rally Together 7:00 - The Meltdown Begins 10:00 - The FBI Investigation
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I was halfway through Saturday morning's
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spin class at Cycle Soul, sweating and
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clenching my core to keep my tampon from
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falling out when my eyes caught the
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screen of the girl in front of me. She
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was on FaceTime. The face staring back
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at me was familiar, too familiar. "It
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was Blake, my boyfriend of four years.
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Can't wait to see you tonight,
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beautiful," he whispered, a smirk
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playing on his lips. I felt the bile
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rise in my throat. My four-year
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relationship was unraveling right in
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front of me.
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I can't believe we've been dating for 3
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months already, the girl responded, her
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voice sweet and innocent.
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3 months?
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My blood ran cold.
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Brittney, our instructor, saw my face
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and immediately cut her playlist, the
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music dying in a sudden jarring silence.
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"Hey, hun, are you doing okay?" she
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asked, her voice full of concern.
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"That's my man," I pointed at the screen
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where Blake was now shirtless, making
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breakfast in what I knew was our
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kitchen. The entire studio went silent.
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25 girls in coordinated workout sets
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stared in disbelief. The blonde girl,
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Isabella, immediately hung up and turned
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around, her face pale. Wait, girl. I'm
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so sorry. I swear I didn't know. The
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room erupted. Girls climbed off their
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bikes, abandoning their workouts to come
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to my aid. Someone handed me a bottle of
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liquid I4. Another offered me tissues,
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the good kind, with lotion. A third girl
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with a perfect winged liner was already
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fixing my smudged mascara.
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4 years? Shrieked Natalie a regular.
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This absolute trash man has been with
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her for 4 years. Isabella looked like
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she was going to throw up her green
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juice. I met him on Bumble. He said he'd
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just gotten out of something casual.
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Casual? The entire room screamed in
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unison. They found Blake's Instagram in
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seconds. And the most recent photo was
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of us holding hands on the beach. The
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caption, a simple ll now felt like a
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taunt. Call his sister, speaker now,
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commanded a girl with sleeve tattoos and
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a piercing gaze. My hands were shaking
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as I found Ellie's contact. Hey babe,
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how's spin? Ellie's cheerful voice
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filled the studio. Did you try that new
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protein smoothie place after? My voice
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cracked as I tried to speak. Ellie.
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Blake's facetiming another girl. They've
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been together for 3 months. The silence
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was deafening. Girl, don't play. Are you
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being for real right now? I turned my
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phone's camera on myself, showing her my
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tear streaked face.
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I'm getting my mom and we're coming
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right now. Don't king move, she shouted
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before hanging up. A teenager in the
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corner with a surprisingly kind face
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came up to me and said, "Girl, your skin
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is glowing even when you cry." "Let that
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crusty man go back to picking girls who
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are actually in his league." The class
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leader, Bethany, shouted, "Your hot girl
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era starts now." Even the quiet girl in
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the back chimed in, "You were really
3:03
going to give that receding hairline
3:04
your best years." That one actually made
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me laugh just as the door flew open. It
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felt like a scene from a movie.
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Ellie strutted in with her Balenciaga
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bag. Mrs. Leak, Blake's mother, entered
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in her Costco fit, but she made it look
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like old couture. His aunt Linda wore
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Cardier sunglasses indoors. Where is
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she? Mrs. Leak's voice was a low growl.
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She saw me and Isabella, and I watched
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her perfectly microladed brows go
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through the five stages of grief in real
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time. Ellie, call your brother now.
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Ellie's acrylics clicked aggressively on
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her phone screen. What? Blake's annoyed
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voice came through the speaker. Get your
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ass down to cycle soul on 85th
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emergency. Now I'm busy making. I said
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now, Blake. 15 minutes later, a
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disheveled Blake walked in wearing ratty
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sweats and slides with socks. The
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audacity was breathtaking. The first
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thing he saw was a wall of angry women,
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all in coordinating sets. His mother,
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his sister, his aunt, me with my puffy
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eyes, and Isabella, who looked like a
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personal victim.
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Mom, I can explain. Slap. Mrs. Leak's
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hand connected with his face so loudly
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it felt like the walls were vibrating.
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Four years. I've been Pinterest planning
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your wedding for 4 years, you idiot.
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Ellie had her phone in his face. Say hi
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to the family group chat. Mrs. Leak
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grabbed his ear. You're coming home
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getting your things. Then you're moving
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back to your anime poster room. Mom, I'm
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25. 25 and stupid. "She literally
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dragged him out of the studio." Aunt
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Linda stayed behind to hug us both. "He
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gets it from his father's side," she
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said, her Hermes bracelet jangling, weak
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jeans. The digital onslaught. I went
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home feeling strangely free. Then at
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2:00 a.m., my phone exploded. Texts,
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voice notes, missed calls, all from
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Blake. "You ruined my life," he screamed
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in one voice note. "My mom took my car.
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I was so close to marrying her. You
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psycho The messages were a mix of
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threats and pathetic please. I didn't
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respond. I just screenshotted
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everything. Blake had just started at a
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fancy finance firm always bragging about
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his boss, a badass woman. I found her on
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LinkedIn and sent her everything. My
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subject line was simple. Your new
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analyst, Blake Leak. My phone lit up
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with notification after notification
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from Blake. 47 texts in 10 minutes. 23
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voice notes followed. each one more
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unhinged than the last. By 8:00 a.m., I
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hadn't slept at all. My best friend,
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Mia, showed up with iced coffee and
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helped me transcribe every single voice
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note, shaking her head as she typed out
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the threats.
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This wasn't just a breakup anymore, she
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said. Isabella and I met later that day.
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She showed me their entire text history.
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Blake had told her I was clingy and that
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they had been broken up for months. The
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coffee shop door slammed open and there
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he was standing over us, a look of pure
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rage on his face. He started yelling
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about us, comparing notes like some
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conspiracy.
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Isabella stood up and threw her entire
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iced latte right in his face. NYPD
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officers gave him an official warning
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about harassment and walked him out to
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their car. Back at my apartment, I was
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shaking. My phone showed over 200
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notifications from the cycle soul group
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chat. The internet was doing what it did
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best. People had found his Hinge
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profile, his boss's LinkedIn, and the
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screenshots of his unhinged messages
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were spreading like wildfire.
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The harassment didn't stop. He made fake
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Instagram accounts and messaged all
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seven women in our group chat with
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different threats. I went to the
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courthouse and filed for a restraining
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order. The cler looked at my evidence
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binder, which was now 3 in thick with
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printed screenshots, and said emergency
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orders could be issued the same day.
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This is one of the most documented cases
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I've ever seen, she said. That
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afternoon, I sat in a police precinct
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waiting room until a detective called me
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back. The fake accounts, the workplace
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threats, him trying to get into your
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building. This is textbook stalking, she
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said. Just then, my phone rang. It was
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Mrs. Leak crying harder than I had ever
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heard anyone cry. She had found Blake's
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notebooks, pages and pages of notes
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about every girl he had dated with
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ratings and manipulation tactics written
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out like a sick game. She read me parts
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of my entry. Seven out of 10 insecure
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about career, easy to control with
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intermittent affection, use marriage
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hints to secure commitment.
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The detective heard everything on
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speaker and immediately asked Mrs. Leak
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to bring the journals to the station as
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evidence. Isabella and I went back to
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her place and drank wine, trying to
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process it all.
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The next morning, Blake's boss called me
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again. She said their IT department had
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found something bad. Blake had been
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downloading confidential client files he
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wasn't supposed to have access to. The
8:00
FBI would probably be in touch. 2 hours
8:03
later, I was at the courthouse for the
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emergency restraining order hearing. The
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judge looked at all the evidence, the
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fake accounts, the threats, the journals
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his mom had brought and granted it
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immediately. Blake couldn't come within
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500 ft of me, my home, or my workplace.
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But the order didn't stop him. The next
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day, Blake showed up at Cycle Soul,
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pounding on the glass doors during the
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lunch class, screaming about
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misunderstandings. The women in the
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class formed a wall at the entrance and
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called 911. The cops arrested him right
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there for violating the restraining
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order. My phone rang 2 days later. Two
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FBI agents were standing at my door
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asking to come in. They sat at my
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kitchen table and interviewed me for 3
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hours, their faces grim as they wrote
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down everything about Blake's work
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conversations and his bragging about
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accessing confidential client
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information. That afternoon, Isabella
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sent our group chat a screenshot of a
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local news article about Blake's
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meltdown. His LinkedIn was gone, but the
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screenshots were everywhere.
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A month after the incident, the
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prosecutor called to say the criminal
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harassment trial was set for 3 months
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out. Blake's lawyer tried for bail
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again, but the judge shut it down. He
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had proven he couldn't follow court
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orders. I went back to spin class for
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the first time since everything
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happened. Britney stopped the music when
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I walked in and dedicated a song to our
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survivor sister. All 25 women were
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wearing matching tanks that Natalie had
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made, which said, "Blake's victims." I
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cried through the entire cool down. The
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FBI's financial crimes unit confirmed
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that Blake had used insider information
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on three major mergers, making over
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$200,000 using stolen client data.
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Federal crimes meant a potential 20-year
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prison sentence.
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His lawyer was already begging for a
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plea deal. We met at my lawyer's office
9:49
to discuss the offer. Blake would plead
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guilty and serve 3 to 5 years if we
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dropped our civil suits. My civil and
9:55
criminal cases were completely separate
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and we could pursue both. We all
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unanimously refused his deal. The day of
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the arraignment, I watched on my laptop
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as he appeared on screen in an orange
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jumpsuit. The judge revoked his bail
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indefinitely and added criminal charges
10:08
for witness intimidation after he posted
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a YouTube video from jail naming all of
10:12
us and sharing private photos. A week
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later, I was at a grocery store when a
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guy I barely knew from college
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approached me. "Blake's dad wants to
10:21
talk to you," he said, offering me
10:23
$50,000 to drop all charges. I recorded
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the whole conversation on my phone and
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sent it straight to my lawyer, who filed
10:30
witness tampering charges. My life was
10:33
finally returning to normal. I started
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therapy and began to reclaim myself. The
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throw pillows he had picked out for me,
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the Vietnamese food he insisted was the
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best. It all felt wrong. I was starting
10:45
to rediscover my own tastes, my own
10:47
life. Isabella, now one of my closest
10:50
friends, and I were laughing over coffee
10:51
when she got serious. You know, I knew
10:54
something was off when he said all his
10:55
exes were crazy. Classic red flag, she
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said. The criminal harassment trial was
11:01
fast-tracked. Blake appeared on video
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from jail, a shadow of the man he once
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was. When the prosecutor asked about his
11:08
notebook ratings, he smirked and said it
11:10
wasn't illegal to have opinions about
11:12
women. His lawyer kept objecting, but it
11:15
was too late. He had sealed his fate. In
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the end, Blake's father was also charged
11:20
for witness tampering, and his mother
11:22
filed for divorce. The very family he
11:24
had used to hide his lies was now
11:27
shattered. My case, and the stories of
11:30
the other women had exposed a dangerous
11:32
pattern of abuse and fraud. "One month
11:34
after the spin class, I was at work and
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my manager pulled me into her office.
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"Take whatever time you need for court
11:40
stuff," she said. "And building security
11:43
has Blake's photo at every entrance."
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Walking back to my desk, I started
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crying. The small kindnesses felt huge.
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I had given four years to a lie, but in
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the end I had found a support system, a
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new family of women who refused to be
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silenced and the strength to rebuild my
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life from the ground Up.