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She Brought Her Affair Partner to Our Divorce… and Watched Him Get Arrested | TRUE STORY
Sep 11, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories She Brought Her Affair Partner to Our Divorce… and Watched Him Get Arrested | TRUE STORY On the day of our divorce, my wife walked into the courtroom — smiling, confident, and holding the arm of the man she'd betrayed me with. But what she didn’t know… is that I knew everything. This is the true story of betrayal, fraud, and the moment justice unfolded in real time — in front of everyone. 💔 A master manipulator. 💸 A professional con artist. 🧠 And one final move that changed everything. Watch till the end — some revenge stories don’t need shouting. Just the truth. 🔔 Subscribe for more true life stories, emotional tales, and unexpected endings.
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The air that Tuesday morning in November
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was unseasonably warm, a deceitful
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breath of summer on a day meant for
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finality and cold, hard facts. I sat in
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my car, a solitary island in a sea of
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parked vehicles, watching the stream of
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humanity ascend the concrete steps of
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the courthouse. Each person carried
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their own invisible burden, a crumpled
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divorce decree, a child's blurry photo,
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a life's worth of financial ledgers
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reduced to a single manila folder.
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They were all there to untangle a future
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that had become hopelessly knotted.
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My hands rested on the steering wheel,
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slick with a fine sheen of sweat,
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despite the pleasant weather. I was here
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to untangle my own life.
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Three years of marriage, a shared home,
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a dog, a thousand quiet moments I had
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once believed were real. And all of it I
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now knew had been a lie. I watched the
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courthouse doors for a long time,
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waiting for the woman who had
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meticulously unbuilt my world piece by
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piece. Then I saw her, Natasha.
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She walked up the steps with a gate of
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supreme confidence, a designer dress I
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had never seen before, clinging to her
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frame. Her hair was perfectly quafted,
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her smile bright and serene, a mask of
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the wronged wife. And beside her, a man
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I knew all too well, Derek.
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He had his hand resting on the small of
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her back, a gesture both protective and
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possessive, as if he had every right to
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be there on my day of reckoning on my
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ground. The sheer audacity of it was a
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physical blow. She had brought him to
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watch, to sit in the gallery and witness
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her final legal dismantling of me. A
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wave of ice and fire swept through me, a
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fleeting moment of pure, unadulterated
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fury.
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Then it was gone, replaced by the calm,
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chilling certainty of a man who held the
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truth and knew its weight. I reached for
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my phone, my thumb hovering over a
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contact. "Marcus," I said quietly, the
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word ablade cutting through the silence.
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He's here.
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To understand this moment, you have to
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go back to the beginning of the end. It
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wasn't a thunderclap or a dramatic
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revelation. It was the quiet, insidious
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creep of suspicion.
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A text message notification on her
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phone, illuminated by the low glow of a
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bedside lamp. She was in the shower, the
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sound of the water, a soft drum beat
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against the tile. It was a message from
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a contact saved only by a first initial
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D. The words were simple, but they
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struck me with the force of a physical
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blow. Can't wait to have the house to
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ourselves when he's finally gone. The
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house. Our house. The one I had poured
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myself into for years, working 60our
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weeks to pay the mortgage, to make a
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home for us. the one she had recently
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been lamenting we might have to sell
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because of my supposed career
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instability.
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The words were a cruel puzzle piece that
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snapped into place, revealing a picture
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of betrayal far more intricate than I
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could have imagined. I didn't confront
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her, not with words. I had learned long
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ago that confrontation was her
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battlefield, and she was a master of it.
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She would twist my questions into
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accusations of paranoia, my fears into
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proof of my inadequacy.
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You're being insecure again," she would
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say, her voice laced with
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disappointment.
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"This is why we have problems." So, I
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stayed silent and I started watching.
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The texts, the late nights, the sudden
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financial struggles, all of it came into
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sharper focus. I began to document
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everything. A quiet chronicler of my own
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undoing, every unexplained expense,
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every lie about a work meeting.
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I didn't want to be right. I just wanted
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to know the truth. I found a private
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investigator named Marcus through a
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mutual friend. He was a quiet,
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unassuming man with eyes that seemed to
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have seen everything. He went to work
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without fanfare. And within a few weeks,
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the full scope of the deception was laid
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bare. It was worse than a simple affair.
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It was a business arrangement. Dererick
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wasn't just her lover. He was her
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accomplice.
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They had been systematically siphoning
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money from our joint accounts for 8
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months, funneling it into a shell
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company registered in both their names.
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They were planning their future with my
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money in my home. But Marcus found
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something else, something that made my
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hands shake as I read the report. Derek
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was wanted in two other states for the
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same exact crime, romance fraud. He
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found married women, convinced them to
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steal from their husbands, and
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disappeared when the trail grew hot.
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Natasha wasn't his first victim. She was
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just his current one. The realization
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was a strange mix of relief and horror.
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She hadn't been in a different kind of
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love. She had simply been a mark. The
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divorce proceedings began 3 months
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later. Natasha played her role to
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perfection. The wronged wife exhausted
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and emotionally bruised by a man who
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couldn't provide for her. She demanded
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half of everything, including assets she
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had already stolen. Her lawyer was
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aggressive, a bulldog who seemed to
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delight in the cruelty of the process.
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I sat through the first mediation
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session, watching her across the table,
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the smirk of a victor playing on her
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lips. "I just want what's fair," she
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said, her voice a low, injured whisper.
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"Fair?" After stealing from me, after
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planning to kick me out of my own home,
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after treating our life together as an
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elaborate theater set for her next act,
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I just stayed quiet, patient, because I
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knew something she didn't. I had the
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final move. And so, we arrived at that
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courtroom on that unusually warm
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November morning. I watched them walk up
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the steps, her arm now linked through
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his, a public declaration of a secret
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alliance. I knew my own lawyer,
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Patricia, was ready. She and Marcus had
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meticulously planned this. The judge
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called our case and the dance began.
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Natasha's lawyer presented her position,
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painting a picture of me as a neglectful
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partner, a financial burden. I could see
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Derek in the gallery, his arms crossed,
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a smug spectator. He nodded along, a
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silent co-conspirator.
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It was all a performance, a
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well-rehearsed scene playing out before
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the final devastating act.
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Then Patricia rose. Her voice was calm
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and deliberate, a stark contrast to the
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lawyer's previous theatricality.
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Your honor, before we proceed with asset
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division, there are some financial
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irregularities we need to address. She
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methodically presented the evidence,
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bank statements showing the unauthorized
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transfers, documents proving the
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existence of the Shell Company, and
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records detailing the systematic theft
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of our marital assets. I watched
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Natasha's composure begin to crack, her
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eyes darting between Patricia and her
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lawyer. Derek from the gallery shifted
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in his seat, a flicker of unease in his
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posture. Patricia's voice cut through
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the courtroom, clear and unwavering.
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Furthermore, your honor, we have
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evidence that Mrs. Hamilton's business
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partner, Mr. Derek Morrison, is
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currently wanted by federal authorities
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for similar fraud schemes in two other
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states.
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The baiff's radio crackled. He rose from
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his seat and moved toward the gallery, a
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sudden deliberate purpose in his stride.
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We request that proceedings be suspended
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while federal marshals take Mr. Morrison
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into custody. Derek shot to his feet, a
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strangled protest on his lips. There's
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been a mistake, he cried, his bravado
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gone. The baiff's voice was a flat final
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tone.
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Derek Morrison, you need to come with
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me. The next few seconds moved in a
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strange, terrible slow motion. Derek
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scrambling back toward the exit. The
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baleiff moving to intercept. Natasha
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twisting in her seat, her face a mask of
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confusion and mounting horror.
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What's happening? She whispered, her
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perfect composure finally shattered.
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The doors at the back of the courtroom
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opened and two US marshals stepped
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inside, professional and efficient.
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Derek was cuffed, his shouts of futile
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echo in the sudden silence of the room
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and led away without another word.
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The man who had been sleeping in my bed,
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who had stolen my money and my wife, was
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dragged from the courtroom like the
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common criminal he was.
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The judge suspended the hearing. Natasha
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sat staring at the empty space where
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Dererick had stood, a statue of shock.
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Her lawyer was frantically on his phone.
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The game was over, and she had lost
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everything.
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I stood up, gathered my papers, and
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walked toward the exit. As I passed her
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table, she grabbed my arm, her grip
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surprisingly strong. "How long have you
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known?" she whispered, her voice raw.
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I looked down at her, at the woman I had
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once loved, the woman who had
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systematically destroyed my world, and
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who had just seen her own world crumble
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in a matter of minutes. "Long enough," I
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said.
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3 weeks later, the full scope of
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Dererick's operation came to light. He
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had stolen over $400,000 from various
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victims.
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Natasha was charged as his accomplice.
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It turned out that willfully ignoring
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the truth while helping someone commit
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fraud was not a valid legal defense.
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The divorce was finalized a month ago. I
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kept the house and most of the assets.
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She kept her legal bills and a federal
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conviction. I drive past the courthouse
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sometimes and think about that day. The
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way Natasha walked up the steps so sure
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of her victory only to discover she was
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a pawn in someone else's game. Part of
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me feels a distant pang of something
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like pity, but mostly it's just a
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profound sense of peace. The house feels
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different now. Quieter, but no longer
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empty. It's mine again, finally.
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And Natasha, last I heard, was working
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at a call center trying to pay off her
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debts, living in a small studio
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apartment alone with nothing but the
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truth for company. Funny how things work
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out sometimes. How the person who thinks
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they're the chess master is just a pawn
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in a game they never truly understood,
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just like I was in hers.