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My Ex-Wife Took Everything… So I Moved in Next Door | True Story
She thought she destroyed me. She thought she won. But fate had other plans.
This is the true story of betrayal, heartbreak, and the most poetic form of justice life could deliver. After my wife of 8 years left me for her yoga instructor and took everything — our house, our savings, even my peace — I was forced to rebuild my life from scratch.
But then the universe handed me an opportunity I couldn’t ignore: the house right next door went up for sale.
What happened next changed everything...
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Sometimes the universe delivers justice
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wrapped in a package of beautiful poetic
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irony. Sometimes it places the perfect
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opportunity for redemption right at your
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doorstep, which is exactly what happened
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to me. This is the story of how my
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ex-wife Vanessa thought she'd won
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everything and how I made sure her
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stolen paradise would forever feel like
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a cage.
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It all started 3 years ago. I'd been
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married to Vanessa for 8 years and I
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truly believed we were happy. We had the
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quintessential American dream in Maple
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Ridge. A beautiful house with a white
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picket fence, a twocar garage, and
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treelined streets where children played.
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I worked 60-hour weeks as a software
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engineer to pay for that dream, while
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she worked part-time at a yoga studio
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and spent her afternoon sipping coffee
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with friends.
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I should have seen the red flags, the
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furtive glances at her phone, the sudden
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late nights at the studio, the new
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clothes that appeared without
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explanation.
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But when you're in love, you tell
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yourself you're being paranoid, that
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it's all in your head. The truth arrived
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on a Tuesday morning in October. My
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client meeting was cancelled, so I drove
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home to grab some files. As I pulled
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into the driveway, I saw a sleek black
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BMW with custom rims, a car I'd never
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seen before. My heart hammered against
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my ribs as I unlocked the front door.
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Upstairs, I heard voices. Her laugh and
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a man's voice I didn't recognize.
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I stood at the bottom of the stairs,
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listening to the death of my marriage
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play out above me. When I finally
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climbed the stairs and opened the
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bedroom door, there she was, my wife of
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8 years, in our bed with a stranger. The
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man scrambled to grab his clothes and
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bolted past me, avoiding eye contact.
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Vanessa just sat there, pulling a sheet
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around her and said, "Well, I guess we
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need to talk."
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That's when she told me about Marcus,
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her 28-year-old yoga instructor. She
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said he was everything I wasn't. She'd
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been seeing him for 6 months. 6 months
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of lies, of coming home to me after
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being with him, of planning a future
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that didn't include me.
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The part that really twisted the knife
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was her lack of remorse. She didn't want
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to work things out or go to counseling.
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She wanted a divorce and she wanted the
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house.
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The divorce was a brutal, soul-crushing
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process. Vanessa hired a ruthless lawyer
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who specialized in stripping men of
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their assets. I was so emotionally
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shattered that I could barely function,
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let alone fight back effectively.
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We lived in a community property state,
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so legally everything we owned was split
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down the middle, even though I'd paid
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for 90% of it.
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She claimed her part-time work and
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emotional labor entitled her to half of
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our house, our savings, and even my
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retirement fund. But she didn't just
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want half. She wanted the house all to
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herself, arguing that she needed it to
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start a family with Marcus. She painted
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me as an absent workaholic who never
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appreciated her. And her lawyer
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convinced the judge that she deserved to
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keep our home.
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I fought as hard as I could, but when
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you're up against a system that favors a
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convincing Saabb story, sometimes you
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lose.
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The final settlement was a punch to the
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gut. Vanessa got the house, half our
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savings, and alimony for 3 years. I was
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left with my job, my car, and the
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privilege of starting over at 35 with
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nothing. She moved Marcus in before the
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ink was even dry on the papers. For
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months, I was a ghost.
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I rented a tiny apartment, worked myself
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into the ground, and tried to piece my
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life back together.
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Some nights I'd drive past our old
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house, now their house, and see lights
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on, seeing Marcus's BMW in the driveway
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where my car used to be. But rock
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bottom, they say, gives you a solid
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foundation to build on. About a year
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after the divorce was finalized, I was
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torturing myself by scrolling through
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real estate listings late one night.
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That's when I saw it. The house next
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door to my old place was for sale. Our
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elderly neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, had
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passed away, and her children were
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selling the property. It was a beautiful
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colonial, almost identical to the house
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I'd lost, and it sat on a lot that
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shared a fence line with my former
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backyard.
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The asking price was steep, but I'd been
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living like a monk for a year, saving
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every penny. I'd also gotten a promotion
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with a significant raise. I could afford
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it barely, but I could.
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The idea that began to form in my mind
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wasn't about revenge. It was about
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justice.
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Vanessa had taken my house, my savings,
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and my life. But she couldn't take away
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my right to live wherever I wanted. I
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put in an offer that same night. Full
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asking price, cash down, no
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contingencies.
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The sellers accepted immediately. I
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didn't tell anyone about my plan. I just
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quietly went through the motions of
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buying my new house while Vanessa and
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Marcus lived their perfect life just a
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few feet away, blissfully unaware of the
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storm that was coming. The day I moved
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in was a Saturday in late September. I
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hired movers and timed it perfectly. I
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could hear Vanessa and Marcus having a
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barbecue in their backyard, the smell of
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grilling meat wafting over the fence. I
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was in my new kitchen directing the
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movers when I heard a scream. Not a
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scream of fear, but of pure,
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unadulterated shock and rage. I walked
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to my living room window, which had a
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perfect view of their front yard. There
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she was, standing in her driveway in a
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sundress, staring at the moving truck in
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my driveway like she was seeing a ghost.
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Our eyes met through the glass. For a
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moment, neither of us moved. Then I
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smiled, a small, polite smile, and gave
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her a little wave.
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The look on her face was everything I'd
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dreamed of and more. Horror, shock, and
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furious disbelief. She knew exactly what
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this meant. Her perfect little bubble of
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stolen happiness had just been popped.
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Marcus came running around the side of
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the house, and I watched as he put his
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arm around her, watched her point at my
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house, and watched the dawning
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recognition on his face, too. That was 3
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months ago. 3 months of living next door
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to the woman who destroyed my life. It's
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been everything I hoped it would be and
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more.
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Every morning, I drink my coffee on my
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back deck, which overlooks their yard.
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Every evening, I tend to my garden,
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which runs right along our shared fence
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line.
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When they have friends over, I'm a
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constant, silent reminder of the life
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Vanessa threw away. When they fight, and
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they fight a lot more now, I'm a silent
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witness to the cracks forming in their
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foundation. It's all completely legal.
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I'm not harassing them, not trespassing,
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not breaking any laws. I'm just living
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my life in my house next door to theirs.
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Vanessa tried to confront me once while
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I was checking my mailbox. She demanded
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to know what I was doing. I just looked
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at her, this woman who had betrayed me
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and taken everything I'd worked for, and
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said, "I'm living in my house, Vanessa.
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Is there a problem?" She couldn't argue
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with that. But I can see what it's doing
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to her. the stress, the paranoia, the
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constant awareness that I'm right there
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watching.
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She's installed new curtains in every
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window that faces my property and
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stopped using the backyard as much. I've
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heard them arguing about moving, but
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apparently Marcus loves the house too
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much, the house that should have been
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mine. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the
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villain of this story. I question
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whether what I'm doing is right. But
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then I remember the look on her face
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when she told me about Marcus. How she
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fought to take everything I'd worked for
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and how she moved him into our bed
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before our divorce was even final. I'm
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not the villain. I'm just a man who
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refused to disappear quietly.
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I'm someone who decided that if she
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wanted to play games, I could play them,
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too. The truth is, I'm happier now than
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I've been in years.
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I love my new house and my new life. And
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I love that every single day Vanessa has
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to wake up knowing she didn't win as
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completely as she thought she did. She
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thought she had broken me and taken
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everything that mattered. But she didn't
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realize that the best revenge isn't
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about hurting someone. It's about
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proving that they never had the power to
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break you in the first place. So here I
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am living my best life right next door
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to my worst nightmare. And every morning
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when I open my curtains and see her
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house, I smile, remembering that
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sometimes, just sometimes, the good guys
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find a way to