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My Husband Faked His Death… Then I Found Him With Another Wife! | True Story
Aug 17, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Husband Faked His Death… Then I Found Him With Another Wife! | True Story Two years ago, I mourned my husband Tony after being told he died overseas. I buried his backpack in a coffin, raised our daughter alone, and rebuilt my life… until one phone call shattered everything again. Tony wasn’t dead — he was living under a fake name with another woman, playing the role of a devoted husband and father. What followed was a shocking reunion, a web of lies unraveling, and a confrontation that brought everything crashing down. This is the TRUE story of betrayal, deception, and justice — and how I found strength after heartbreak. 💔 Betrayed? Lied to? You’re not alone. 📌 Drop a comment and share your thoughts. Would YOU have forgiven him? 👉 Subscribe for more real-life storytimes and revenge dramas!
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My life shattered twice. The first time
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was two years ago when I got the call
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that my husband Tony was dead. The
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second time was when I saw him lying in
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a hospital bed, very much alive. I'm
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Annabelle, a 32-year-old mother to a
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beautiful 4-year-old daughter. Two years
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ago, Tony went on a work trip overseas
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and never came back. The police told me
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he had drowned, lost at sea after
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jumping in to save someone.
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It was a tragic, heroic story, one that
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never quite fit the man I knew. Tony was
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a lot of things, but brave wasn't one of
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them. He was timid and irresponsible, a
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man who, before we were married, had
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already shown a propensity for deceit
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and manipulation.
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But grief has a funny way of editing
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memories. And in my sorrow, I only
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remember the good parts of him. His body
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was never found, only his backpack.
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Inside, tucked away, were photos of me
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and our daughter. I remember thinking he
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must have been too embarrassed to show
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them off. And that thought, so simple
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and tender, only deepened my pain. We
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held a funeral, placing the backpack in
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a coffin as a substitute for the man I
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had loved and lost. My 2-year-old
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daughter, too young to understand,
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smiled from my lap during the service.
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Her innocent joy, a stark contrast to
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the whispered sorrow of the mourners. I
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promised myself I wouldn't cry in front
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of her again. I put on a brave face,
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determined to raise our daughter on my
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own. It was a struggle. Since his body
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was never recovered, Tony was considered
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a missing person, and I couldn't get a
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survivor's pension.
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The financial strain was immense. But my
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daughter and I found a simple happiness
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in our small life. She was the sweetest
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child, helping me with laundry and
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dishes. Her tiny hands a testament to
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her kind heart. Every morning we'd say,
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"Daddy, we're off." To his smiling photo
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before heading out to daycare and work.
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Then came the second call. We've rushed
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your husband to the emergency room after
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a traffic accident. The coffee cup
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slipped from my hand, shattering on the
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floor. My husband? No, that couldn't be
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right. He was dead. It had to be a case
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of mistaken identity, some cruel
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impersonation.
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I had to find out who was behind this
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twisted lie. When I got to the hospital,
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they directed me to the emergency room.
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I saw him right away. A man with a pale
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face and a familiar profile lying on a
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bed. My blood ran cold. I covered my
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mouth, stifling a gasp. It was him. It
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was Tony. My dead husband was here in
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America, alive and unconscious.
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A nurse handed me a backpack identical
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to the one we' buried in his coffin.
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Inside was a cell phone. The only home
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number in the address book was ours,
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which is how the police had found me. I
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scrolled through the phone, my heart
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pounding, and saw frequent messages
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exchanged with a woman I didn't know. I
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dialed her number, my hand shaking. "I'm
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so sorry to bother you, but do you know
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a man named Tony Garner?" I asked. "I
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don't know anyone by that name," she
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replied confused. "Why are you calling
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from this number?" When I explained that
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the phone belonged to a man who had been
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in an accident and was carrying a red
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and black backpack, she became frantic.
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That's my husband's phone. He always
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carries that backpack, but his name is
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Andrew Jazz. My head spun. Andrew Jazz?
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He had been living under a false name
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with another woman for 2 years, and she
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thought he was her husband. She arrived
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at the hospital in a whirlwind, a
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beautiful, fair-skinned woman who looked
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barely in her mid20s. Her name was
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Bella. She rushed to his bedside,
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clutching his hand and sobbing his name.
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"Andrew. Andrew, hang in there." I stood
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there. A ghost in my own life. As the
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nurse explained, he was still under
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anesthesia.
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"Bella, relieved he was safe, turned to
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me with suspicion." "Who are you?" "That
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man is my husband," I said, my voice
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barely a whisper, her face twisted in a
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mixture of disbelief and fury.
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Don't joke about things like that. We
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have a child together," she spat,
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pushing me out of the room. I knew in
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that moment she was as much a victim as
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I was. After showing her a family photo
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from 2 years ago, the anger drained from
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her face, replaced by a dawning horror.
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Bella, it turned out, had met him on a
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cruise ship. He had spun a tale about
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escaping his overbearing, debtridden
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parents, who took all his money. He'd
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moved in with her, promised to marry her
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once he was free of his family debts,
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and had been living a comfortable life
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with her ever since. He'd even fathered
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a child with her. I shared my own story.
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We stared at each other, two women
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united in our bewilderment. Why would he
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do this? I was still so confused.
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Then I remembered something. He had a
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notebook in his backpack. When I opened
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it, the truth, ugly and raw, spilled
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onto the pages. Just then, a nurse told
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us Tony had woken up. We went back into
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his room and he was groaning in pain. He
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looked at Bella and his face lit up.
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Bella, you came. I remember now. I was
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on my bike and then I was airborne. He
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didn't even see me at first, his eyes
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only on her, his young wife.
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He was flirting, playing the role of the
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devoted husband, and a cold rage began
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to build inside me. "I've been here
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too," I said, stepping forward. His eyes
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widened in terror. "He saw me, and for a
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moment, time stood still." "Anabel, why
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are you here?" he stammered.
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"The police contacted me," I replied, my
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voice steady. "You left our number in
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your phone." The panic on his face was
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complete. His carefully constructed lie
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was crumbling before his eyes. Bella,
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catching on to the truth, looked at him
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with icy disdain. You lied about
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everything. About being single, about
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your parents. How could you do this? He
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tried to spin more excuses, but I cut
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him off, holding up his diary.
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This says otherwise. He tried to snatch
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it, but his broken leg made him clumsy.
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I started to read his words aloud.
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Work abroad wasn't going well, and I
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wanted to escape. When I met Bella, she
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was on a heartbroken trip and easily
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deceived by my kind words. Her parents
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seem wealthy. If I stay with her, I can
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live comfortably.
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Bella gasped, her face pale. I
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continued, "If I hire a witness to say I
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died at sea, I can end my marriage
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without paying alimony or child
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support."
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The room fell silent. Bella stared at
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him, her voice trembling. You're the
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worst. I can't believe I trusted you. He
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tried to beg, to make promises, but his
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lies were exposed.
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Just then, Bella's parents walked in.
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She had called them. Her father, a
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large, intimidating man, pointed a
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finger at Tony. You will pay for this.
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We'll sue you for alimony and child
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support. They left with Bella, the door
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slamming behind them. Tony left alone
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with me. turned with a pathetic,
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pleading look. Annabelle, I'm sorry. I
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couldn't help it. She was my destined
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one. Please understand.
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I almost laughed. I played along,
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letting him believe he had me fooled one
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last time. "Yes, I was so lonely," I
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said, my voice thick with false sorrow.
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He smiled, thinking he had won, and took
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my hand. Then a booming voice from the
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doorway shattered the illusion. Don't be
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ridiculous. Do you know what Annabelle
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has been through? I will never forgive
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you. It was my father with my mother
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right behind him. Tony's face, already
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pale, went ashen. Your parents, too? He
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was surrounded. A helpless man in a
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hospital bed facing a firing squad of
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fury. He begged me to make them leave,
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to start over. But I knew my heart was
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ice.
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The moment you abandoned us, our ties
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were severed. "Starting over is out of
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the question." "Please don't say that.
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I'm injured. I can't move," he
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whimpered. "You brought this on
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yourself," I said. "We will proceed with
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the divorce, and I will claim alimony
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and child support."
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He looked defeated. A child caught with
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his hand in the cookie jar. "No way," he
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whispered. "And I've informed the
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police," I added. The witness you hired
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to fake your death will be caught, too.
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You should prepare yourself. He closed
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his eyes, a look of abject horror on his
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face. I feel sick. Call a doctor, not
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the police. No, my father said, his
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voice hard. Take responsibility for your
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own mess. I smiled at Tony, a genuine
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happy smile. Thank you for being alive,
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I said. Now you can properly pay for
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everything you've done. He covered
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himself with the blanket and started to
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cry. In the end, I divorced him. His
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parents, shamed by his actions, paid me
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a hefty sum in alimony and child
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support. Bella got her money, too. Tony
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was arrested for his crimes. When he
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gets out, he'll have to work for the
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rest of his life to repay his parents
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and everyone he wronged. I moved back
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home. My daughter and I happy and secure
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under the loving care of my parents.
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Every morning, my daughter waves goodbye
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to her grandparents before heading off
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to school. Her smile a beacon of hope
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for her. For me, I will continue to do
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my best, knowing that our new life is
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real and honest, built on love and not
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on lies.
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