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Betrayed Marine’s Dark Revenge: A Story of Love, Lies & Retribution | True Story
Aug 14, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories Betrayed Marine’s Dark Revenge: A Story of Love, Lies & Retribution | True Story Fourteen years ago, I survived a war — but the battle at home was far from over. After rebuilding my life and family, I discovered my wife Jaime’s devastating affair. Torn between love and betrayal, I became a soldier again — this time in a war for justice and revenge. Follow my story of heartbreak, strategy, and a cold, calculated plan to make the other man pay. If you love true emotional stories with suspense and raw honesty, hit subscribe and join me on this journey.
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The sky, a deep bruised purple, clung to
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the horizon.
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Visibility was non-existent. A mirror to
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my own life. Two suppressed shots, a
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muted thud. Two guards crumpled into the
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darkness.
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Over the next 15 minutes, the silence
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was punctuated by the staccato rhythm of
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gunfire. A brutal and efficient symphony
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of death. And then silence.
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Building cleared. Ready for evacuation.
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the radio whispered in my ear. That was
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14 years ago. Now I sat by a hotel room
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window, the orange glow of a Chicago
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sunset bleeding across the glass. I was
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a ghost in this room, a shadow watching
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the world go by while I sipped vodka
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from a tumbler. The liquid, a clean, icy
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fire, burned a path down my throat. But
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the pain was a comfort, a searing
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reminder that I was still alive.
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It was a pain that mirrored the past
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several weeks. A slow burning ache that
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started the moment I discovered my wife
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Jaime was having an affair. I'm Logan
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and for 12 years I was a happy man. I
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met Jaime in our junior year of college.
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She was a whirlwind of energy and grace,
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a modern dance major who moved with a
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fluidity that captivated me. She wasn't
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a supermodel, but she had a body that
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was a work of art. Her long, rich brown
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hair framed a face that radiated a girl
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next door sweetness. Her dark brown eyes
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and a smile that could melt the Chicago
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snow a perfect contradiction to her
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sharp wit. I fell for her hard and fast.
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But when I joined the Marine Corps after
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graduation, I didn't want to tie her to
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a life of uncertainty. I left, but I
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never forgot her. 5 years later, I was
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back. A civilian with a good job in
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sales for a large corporation. My boss,
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a former marine himself, appreciated my
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disciplined work ethic, and I excelled,
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making a name for myself in the company.
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My personal life, however, was a blank
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slate. I decided to re-enter the dating
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scene, and that's when I saw her, Jamie,
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on an online dating site. She looked
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even better than I remembered. I signed
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up, contacted her, and a week later, she
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responded with a furious, "Where the
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hell have you been?"
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That fire in her response was all the
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signal I needed. We were back together
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within weeks, married within a year, and
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a year after that, our first daughter,
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Rebecca, was born. 2 years later, our
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second daughter, Amy, completed our
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family. I was promoted. We bought a
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beautiful house, and life, it seemed,
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was perfect. But my job came with a
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price. travel.
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Two weeks a month, I was on the road, a
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necessary evil for a man climbing the
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corporate ladder. Jaime started to
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resent it, questioning when the travel
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would slow down, telling me she missed
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me, that she felt safer with me home. I
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promised her it wouldn't be much longer,
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that the next promotion would keep me
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grounded. She accepted it, but the light
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in her eyes had dimmed. Looking back, I
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see the warning signs, the faint
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whispers of a storm on the horizon.
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But I was in love. I was blind.
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The first clue was the arguments.
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Trivial matters would escalate into
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full-blown fights. "If you were home
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more, this wouldn't happen," she would
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say, her voice laced with a bitterness
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that felt alien. "We need you here, not
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gallivanting all over the country."
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She had a point, and I was too tired
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from my trips to argue. The second clue
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was the lingerie. I was looking for a
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shirt in the laundry one day when I
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found it. Silk underwear and a matching
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top, a vibrant red, a color she never
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wore.
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Jaime's style was simple,
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comfortable. This was different,
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provocative.
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I pushed the thought away, telling
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myself she had bought it for herself, to
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reignite our spark.
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The third clue was the distance in our
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bed. Our once passionate romantic
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encounters had dwindled to almost
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nothing. "I'm exhausted," she would say.
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A familiar excuse I was all too willing
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to accept. I didn't want to push her. I
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knew that would only make things worse.
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I thought it was just a phase, a symptom
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of her stress and my absence. The final
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blow, the one that shattered my world
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into a million pieces, came in a phone
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call from an old friend, Frank. I was
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leaving a meeting when my phone buzzed.
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Frank's voice was tight, anxious.
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Logan, I need to talk to you. It's
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important. I told him I was in between
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meetings, but he insisted. "It can
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wait," he said, but his voice told me it
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couldn't. I called him back later that
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evening. Logan," he said, his voice
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hesitant. "I saw Jaime today. She was at
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a farmers market about 40 mi from your
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house. She was with another man." The
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words were a hammer blow to my heart.
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They looked like a couple, Logan,
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holding hands, laughing, touching,
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kissing.
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I couldn't speak. My mind raced,
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searching for an explanation, a way to
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make this a cruel joke.
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I'm so sorry, man," he said, his voice
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full of sympathy. "I think she might be
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having an affair." The dam broke. The
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clues, the arguments, the lingerie, the
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distance, it all came crashing down on
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me. I was numb. Frank's words were a
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lifeline. He told me not to do anything
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I would regret. That he had a friend,
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Mark, who had been through a similar
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situation.
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He was a Marine, too, and he knew a
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thing or two about strategy.
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Don't do anything stupid. Frank said,
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"Just go home. Act normal. If she
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suspects you're on to her, it'll be
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tougher to get evidence."
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Frank was right. I landed, composed
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myself, and walked into a house that
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suddenly felt like a stranger's. I
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hugged my daughters, my angels, and the
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joy of seeing them was a stark contrast
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to the hollow ache in my chest. I smiled
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at Jaime, but it was a lie, a
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performance. I was a man on a mission, a
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soldier in a war I never asked to fight.
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The next day, I met Mark and Frank in a
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dive bar across town.
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Mark, a weary man with eyes that had
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seen too much, was a living testament to
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the dangers of acting on emotion.
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He told me his story, a painful tale of
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revenge that led to a 5-year prison term
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and losing everything. He warned me not
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to make the same mistakes.
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Don't do anything foolish, son, he said,
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his gaze intense.
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The first step is to get the proof.
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Damning evidence. Then you talk to a
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lawyer. You get a plan. You get cash.
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And you get a place to stay. He saw the
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soldier in me, the man who needed a
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plan, a strategy.
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You're a marine, aren't you? He asked. I
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nodded. Then you know you can't go into
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a battle without good intel. You need to
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know your enemy and you need to know
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which way is forward. His words
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resonated. My happy marriage was a lie.
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My love for Jaime a cruel illusion. I
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needed proof and I needed a plan. I
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didn't want to risk my own freedom, but
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I wanted the other man to suffer. I
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wanted him to feel the same pain I was
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feeling.
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Mark smiled at me, a grim knowing smile.
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He told me to avoid a private
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investigator that they were a waste of
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money. You have access to her accounts,
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her phone, he said. You're the best
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private eye you're going to get. He also
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suggested hidden cameras,
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visual and audio. He said, "Leave no
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doubt." The next day, I went to work and
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changed my travel plans. I told my boss
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I needed to extend a 2-day trip into a
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full week. He approved. I bought a
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prepaid debit card, a return ticket on
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another airline, and several spy cameras
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with a powerful zoom. I was a ghost in
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my own life. A man preparing for a war
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he couldn't win, but a war he refused to
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lose. On a Saturday, while Jaime and the
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girls were out shopping, I went to work.
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I installed the cameras, a meticulous
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surgical process. I could monitor them
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in real time from my tablet or laptop.
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With the cameras in place, I started my
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search. I checked her credit card bills
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for unusual purchases. Nothing.
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I went through her closet, finding a new
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short red dress I had never seen her
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wear. My stomach twisted with a mixture
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of rage and grief. I needed to clear my
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head, so I went for a 5-m run. A long,
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brutal jog that usually calmed me. When
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I returned, the house was full of the
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laughter of my angels. Jaime kissed me
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on the cheek, a chasteed, distant touch
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that felt like a lie. After dinner, I
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went to our bedroom and found her purse
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on the hope chest.
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I opened it, my hands shaking with a
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mixture of rage and anticipation.
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Inside, a small cheap cell phone. I
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turned it on, recorded the number, and
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reviewed the call log. Only one number,
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unfamiliar. I wrote it down. A name, a
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face, a life, all reduced to a series of
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digits. I had my proof.
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That night, I went to bed. A man on the
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edge of a cliff, the wind of betrayal
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whipping around me. I pretended to be
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asleep when Jaime came to bed, avoiding
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conversation, avoiding the possibility
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of her seeing the truth in my eyes. The
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next few days were a blur of cold
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silence and forced smiles. On the
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morning of my trip, I packed my bags, a
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silent ritual of a man going to war. As
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I was about to leave, I asked her,
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"Anything special planned while I'm
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gone?" She gave me a strange look. "The
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usual," she said. It was a lie. I kissed
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my girls, my angels, and drove to the
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airport. The cameras in my house, my
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only connection to a life that was no
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longer mine. The work I had to do on
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that trip, I did in record time. I flew
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back a day early, but instead of going
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home, I checked into a hotel. I needed
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to see him to put a face to the man who
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had stolen my life.
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I knew he was going to park at a coffee
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shop a few blocks from my house. A
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clandestine meeting between two cowards.
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I rented a car, found a spot with a good
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view, and waited. My camera a silent
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partner in my surveillance. At 900 p.m.,
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a silver BMW M3 pulled into the parking
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lot. I took pictures, a cold clinical
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process, and got a clear view of his
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face and license plate. He was no one I
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recognized. I watched him walk toward my
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house. my rage of physical presence, a
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hot, bitter taste in my mouth. I
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accessed the Wi-Fi from the coffee shop,
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pulled up the camera feeds on my tablet,
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and watched as he entered my house. He
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kissed my wife passionately. They
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laughed. "We have the house to ourselves
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until Friday," she said. "I sent the
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kids to my parents for the night." My
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heart, already a shattered mess, broke
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again. She had sent my angels away so
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she could be with him. I watched as they
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began to undress each other in the
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living room, their clothes scattered on
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the floor. A brutal public display of
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their private betrayal. Let's take it
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upstairs, she giggled, and they ran out
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of the camera's view. I knew what I had
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to do. I got out of my car, walked to my
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house, and found the front door
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unlocked. I went straight for his pants,
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his wallet, his life. Steven Banister. I
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copied his driver's license, his credit
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cards, his information. I took pictures
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of their scattered clothes, a silent
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testimony to their infidelity. And then
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I went upstairs. The bedroom door was
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wide open, and their moans filled the
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air, a sickening soundtrack to my
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personal tragedy.
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I stood in the doorway, a ghost in my
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own house, and recorded them. Their
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naked, intertwined bodies, a brutal
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image burned into my memory.
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I left, a man undone, a man reborn. I
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drove back to the hotel, my mind a
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whirlwind of anger and pain. I called
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Frank, told him everything. "I need to
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talk to Mark," I said. "I need to make
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him pay." Frank, a true friend, agreed
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to arrange a meeting. The next day, I
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went to the office. A hollow man. I told
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my boss, Hal, everything. He was a
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Marine, and he understood. He told me my
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promotion had been approved and my
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travel would be significantly reduced.
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It was a victory, but it felt hollow. I
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explained my need to be home more, to
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protect my daughters, to confront Jaime
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with undeniable proof. Hal, a good man,
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promised to cover for me, to keep my
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secrets. On Saturday, I met with Frank
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and Mark at a diner. I told them my
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plan, my strategy for making Steven
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Banister pay. You have the courage of a
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marine, Logan," Mark said, a look of
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respect in his eyes. He told me he knew
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a man, a computer hacker named Joe, who
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could help. The following week, I met
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Joe and Mark in my hotel room. Joe, a
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wiry man with sharp eyes, was a
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professional. He saw the potential in my
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plan, but he wanted to know what was in
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it for him. I offered him $5,000, half
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upfront, half on completion. He agreed.
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He accessed Steven's computer, his
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online banking, and discovered two
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airline tickets to Las Vegas, a
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five-night reservation. They were
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planning a trip, their final trip. I
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checked my tablet, the tracking devices
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I had placed on their cars, a beacon in
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the digital darkness. I watched as Jaime
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packed a small carry-on bag, a silent
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ritual of betrayal. The day arrived, and
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I monitored their progress from my hotel
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room. Joe, my silent partner, had
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already scoped out Steven's condo.
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No visible alarm systems, he said. We
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met a few blocks from the condo after
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sunset. Joe with his laptop and
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messenger bag, and me with my camera. He
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picked the lock in less than a minute,
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and we were in. I recorded the layout, a
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silent insurance policy against getting
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caught. Joe, with a grin that could
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curdle milk, accessed Steven's
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computer. "Pay dirt," he said. He found
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Steven's online bill payments, his
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bank statements, his credit card
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accounts. I had brought a card reader, a
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small device that would copy the
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information from his credit cards. We
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can max them all out, Joe said, a
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flicker of sadistic glee in his eyes.
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And we can drain his bank account, too.
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I looked at him, a cold, hard resolve in
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my heart. This was it. This was my
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revenge. Do it, I said. Empty it all
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out. max out his credit cards on the day
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he comes back. I want him to come home
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to nothing." Joe's grin widened. A
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fitting homecoming, he said, and I
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watched, a silent soldier in a war of my
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own making, as my plan for revenge began
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to unfold.
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