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I Got Fired, Came Home to a Stranger, and Took Down a Billionaire | True Story
After a 20-hour flight from Singapore, Adam returns to Chicago for a meeting that ends his career. But what awaits him at home is far worse — a distant wife, broken family routines, and the shadow of a betrayal he can’t ignore.
As Adam uncovers the truth about his wife Jean and her mysterious boss, he finds himself spiraling into a dangerous game of secrets, revenge, and redemption.
This emotional rollercoaster is a true psychological drama — corporate downfall, offshore gambles, personal betrayal, and the quiet war inside a crumbling marriage.
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⚠️ Themes: Adult relationships, corporate corruption, emotional trauma
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0:00
The 20-hour journey from Singapore to
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O'Hare International felt like a
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pilgrimage to a funeral. My birthday,
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April 17th, was just another day
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swallowed by the perpetual twilight of
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international travel. Even the upgraded
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seat felt like a gilded cage. I wasn't
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phased by returning to Chicago for the
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impending meeting with the head of our
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international stocks and shares trading
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desk. What worried me was the silence
0:26
from home. I landed just after 8:30 a.m.
0:30
and went straight to the Chicago
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Sheritan Suites, a room I'd booked from
0:34
Singapore, a preemptive balm for the
0:37
inevitable sting of jet lag.
0:40
After dropping my bags, I sought refuge
0:42
in the gym. I ran on the treadmill until
0:45
the weariness of the flight was replaced
0:47
by the sting of sweat, then subjected
0:49
myself to the shock of a cold shower
0:51
after a long hot one, a ritual to
0:54
sharpen the mind and numb the senses.
0:56
The cold Chicago air, a stark contrast
0:58
to Singapore's humidity, bit at my skin
1:01
as I headed to the hotel restaurant. I
1:03
devoured a monstrous American breakfast.
1:07
Pancakes drenched in syrup, crispy
1:09
bacon, and four cups of coffee, a
1:12
desperate attempt to reaclimate myself
1:14
to a world I no longer recognized.
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My 10:30 a.m. appointment was at JP
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Morgan's towering office on Dearbornne
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Avenue.
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As I rode the elevator to the eighth
1:24
floor, my mind was a blank slate, a
1:27
necessary defense against the dread
1:28
swirling in my gut. I was escorted to a
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small windowless conference room, a
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chamber designed for bad news. For 17
1:37
minutes, I sat motionless, a statue
1:40
carved from years of corporate training.
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I had learned in Asia that you never
1:45
show fear, never betray a weakness.
1:48
Joe Rutled, VP of international stock
1:51
and commodities, and Samuel Young, our
1:53
corporate lawyer, entered. The lack of a
1:56
handshake, the grim set of their faces,
1:58
confirmed my deepest fears. "I was about
2:01
to be fired." "Adam," Joe began, a cold
2:04
chisel of a man. "What happened in
2:06
Singapore?" "I was sent to stabilize
2:09
things," I replied, my voice flat,
2:12
emotionless.
2:13
And you approved a $300 million purchase
2:15
of a new company stock with no solid
2:17
data, he shot back, his face reening.
2:20
Yes or no? Yes, I said, meeting his
2:23
gaze. And it's all in my report. Joe
2:27
slammed his hand on the table. Your
2:29
report is wishful thinking. We sent you
2:32
to be a doctor, and you came back a
2:34
grave robber. The council has approved
2:36
my recommendation. You're out.
2:39
Samuel slid a severance package across
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the table. three-month salary, a crude
2:43
vacation, cashed in stock options,
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almost $800,000.
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It was enough to buy a few years, but
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not enough to erase the stain of
2:52
failure. I was 42, too young to retire,
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too old to start over.
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I signed the papers, handed over my
3:00
company ID and laptop, and walked out of
3:02
the building. The empty satchel in my
3:05
hand felt heavier than any burden I had
3:07
ever carried. Back in my hotel room, I
3:10
mixed a whiskey with Seven Up and Ice, a
3:12
sacrilege I needed to numb the hollow
3:14
ache in my chest. I sat there staring at
3:18
the empty glass, the ghost of my career
3:21
mocking me. I had to do something. I
3:25
bought a new laptop, set up an offshore
3:27
trading account, and transferred my life
3:29
savings into it. It was a risky,
3:32
desperate gamble, but I had to fight
3:35
back.
3:36
The next morning, I woke up with the
3:38
kind of crushing jet lag that makes the
3:41
world feel unreal.
3:43
I turned on my phone and a flood of
3:45
messages hit me like a tidal wave. Help,
3:48
dad. Mom is having a breakdown from Dean
3:50
and Katie. What's going on with Jean?
3:53
From my dad. Birthday wishes from Jean's
3:56
parents, my kids, and my team in
3:58
Singapore.
4:00
But nothing from Jean. It was as if I
4:02
didn't exist to her. I caught the next
4:05
flight to Springfield. The stranger in
4:08
my home. The moment I walked into my
4:10
home, a sense of foroding washed over
4:12
me. The living room was a bomb site of
4:14
scattered games, empty soda cans, and
4:16
discarded plates. The kitchen was worse,
4:20
a clogged sink, overflowing trash, and a
4:22
mountain of dirty dishes. The laundry
4:25
room was a monument to neglect. Two
4:28
empty wine bottles with distinct
4:30
lipstick marks sat on the living room
4:32
table. I didn't recognize either of
4:35
them. A cold dread began to creep up my
4:38
spine. I spent 3 hours cleaning,
4:41
organizing, and trying to erase the
4:43
chaos. I noticed that our bedroom
4:46
smelled stale, and the sheets looked
4:48
rumpled and unwashed. I made the bed
4:50
with fresh sheets, opened the windows to
4:52
air out the room, and tried to ignore
4:54
the whisper of a lie that was now
4:56
echoing in my head. I went to my office,
4:58
an oasis of calm in the midst of the
5:00
storm, and checked the Southeast Asia
5:03
aquaculture stock,
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the stock I had been fired for. It had
5:08
dropped to 937, almost two points down
5:10
for the day. My stomach twisted with a
5:13
mixture of fear and defiance.
5:15
Now it was time to see if I had the
5:17
courage to enter the market. The money
5:20
from JP Morgan had cleared. The $1.2
5:22
million was now in my offshore account.
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The final step was to execute the trade.
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First, I called my dad. My mom had
5:32
passed away from bosom cancer 5 years
5:34
ago, and I'd always relied on him for
5:36
his calm, steady presence.
5:39
We talked about Jean. She's been
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depressed, he said, his voice laced with
5:44
concern. Heartbroken for no clear
5:46
reason. After hanging up, I went to the
5:49
supermarket, bought the ingredients for
5:51
Thai green curry, and began cooking. the
5:54
familiar rhythm of chopping and stirring
5:56
a welcome distraction. Gene arrived home
5:58
with the kids. They ran to me, their
6:00
hugs and kisses, a sweet, muchneeded s
6:03
for my wounded heart. "I missed you so
6:06
much," I said, tears welling in my eyes.
6:08
"Katie, my sweet little girl, cried into
6:11
my arms." Dean, more reserved, hugged me
6:14
tightly. Jean stood back, a wistful,
6:17
almost detached look on her face. She
6:20
kissed me gently, a peck on the cheek
6:21
that felt like a goodbye, not a hello.
6:25
"Welcome home, Adam," she said, her
6:27
voice flat. "That smells nice. What is
6:30
it?" "Tai green curry," I said, trying
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to smile. After dinner, Dean and Katie
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presented me with a wrapped gift. "Happy
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birthday, Dad," they said in unison.
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Jean's face crumpled with shame. "Oh my
6:44
god, Adam, I'm so sorry. I totally
6:47
forgot.
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I didn't remind her of the gold earrings
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I had bought her for her birthday. A
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feudal attempt to make up for a missed
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flight. I opened my present, a brothers
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in-armm CD set, a gift so thoughtful and
6:59
personal it brought tears to my eyes.
7:02
"Thank you," I said, my voice thick with
7:05
emotion. "This is the best present
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ever."
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John, embarrassed and remorseful,
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promised to get me a gift the next day.
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"You don't have to," I said. "Being home
7:16
with my family is all I need.
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Later, while cleaning up the kitchen, I
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confronted her. "What's going on, Jean?
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You're not yourself." "I'm depressed,
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Adam," she finally admitted, tears
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streaming down her face.
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"You've always traveled so much, and the
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last time was just too long. We hardly
7:35
live the same life." "I feel lost." I
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hugged her, and after a moment of
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resistance, she let me hold her, her
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body shaking with sobs. She was right.
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We had sacrificed everything for my
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career for an early retirement, but the
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sacrifice had been too great. We had
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become two strangers living in the same
7:55
house. As I went downstairs later, I
7:58
heard her on the phone, her voice
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hushed, urgent. She hung up the moment
8:02
she saw me. "Who was that?" I asked.
8:06
"One of the girls from the office," she
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said, her face a defiant mask. That
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night, I went to bed with a terrible
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premonition.
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I reached for her, but she tensed.
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"Please," she whispered. "Just hold me."
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I held her, but the emotional distance
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between us felt like a chasm. I finally
8:26
fell asleep, a nod of dread tightening
8:28
in my stomach. Was she sick? Had she
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fallen out of love with me? Or worse,
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had she fallen in love with someone
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else? The seeds of revenge. I woke up at
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4:30 a.m. with a racing mind. I went for
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a run. an hour-long ordeal to clear my
8:45
head, then returned home to find a note
8:47
from Jean. She was already gone, asking
8:51
me to feed the kids and take them to
8:52
school. I checked my bank account, saw
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the money from JP Morgan had cleared,
8:57
and transferred it to my offshore
8:59
account.
9:00
I checked the CA stock, which was now
9:02
trading at $8.99. It was slowly,
9:06
steadily declining. I had to make a
9:08
choice. Fix my marriage or secure our
9:11
financial future.
9:13
The thought of losing both was a cold
9:15
fear. I took the kids to school, a
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2-hour journey of normal routine that
9:20
felt profoundly strange. They told me
9:23
about their time with Jean's boss,
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Anthony Miller, and his daughter,
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Evelyn. Miniature golf, movies, and
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outings.
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It felt like one big happy family, Dean
9:34
said, his words a dagger to my heart.
9:37
After dropping them off, I called my old
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mentor, George Talis, a registered
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broker who agreed to review the CA
9:43
prospectus.
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I stopped by a pharmacy near St. John's
9:47
Hospital, and saw Gene and Evelyn Miller
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leaving, their faces etched with a
9:52
shared grief that left me unsettled. Was
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Jean sick? Was Evelyn sick? Or were they
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mourning a mutual acquaintance?
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The thought was a cold dread in my
10:02
stomach.
10:04
I spent the rest of the day in meetings
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securing investments for my new trading
10:08
venture. My old school friend Julian
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agreed to invest.
10:12
Aaron Goldstein, a hedge fund manager,
10:15
agreed to a $10 million investment.
10:18
George called saying he had other
10:20
interested investors. Even my dad, who I
10:23
called to explain the CA opportunity to,
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agreed to invest $100,000.
10:28
He told me Jean's behavior sounded like
10:30
mourning. We ruled out her family.
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Could it be a friend? I called a private
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investigator, Clarence Williams, whose
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slow southern draw belied a razor-sharp
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mind.
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He asked for a $5,000 advance and said
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he'd start the next day. I drank coffee,
10:47
waiting for the time to pass, and waited
10:50
for the Singapore market to open. I had
10:52
my plan. I would save our financial
10:55
future, and then I would confront the
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emotional one. Jean came home looking
11:00
tired, but more determined. I bought
11:03
Chinese food, she said, kissing me on
11:05
the cheek. I noticed she didn't say I
11:09
love you or I missed you, just I bought
11:14
Chinese food. We ate as a family and she
11:17
mentioned some changes during my
11:18
absence. Anthony Miller, her boss, was
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converting one of his houses into a
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shelter for abused teens, a new
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Horizon's house in honor of his late
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wife.
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It's a great idea, I said. a smile on my
11:32
face, but a cynical sneer in my heart.
11:35
The pieces of the puzzle were slowly
11:37
fitting together, and I didn't like the
11:39
picture they were forming. As I worked
11:41
in my office later, waiting for the
11:43
Singapore market to open, I realized my
11:45
marriage was a lie. The long nights, the
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lonely hotel rooms, the sacrifices, they
11:51
were all for nothing. I had given up so
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much for a woman who was living a secret
11:56
life. When the Singapore market opened,
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I began buying CA stock. I had $30
12:01
million to invest and I bought and
12:04
bought and bought. Even as the price
12:06
plummeted to 561s,
12:09
we now owned over 10% of the company,
12:11
enough to get a seat on the board. My
12:14
purchases, along with others, started a
12:16
chain reaction. The price stabilized,
12:19
and by the time I logged off at 2 a.m.,
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it had climbed to 872s.
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The short sellers were trapped, and my
12:27
revenge had begun.
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The final showdown. The next morning, I
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woke up late. The smell of coffee and
12:34
bacon filled the house. A domestic scene
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that felt like a mockery of my reality.
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Jean was on the phone, her voice hushed.
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Urgent.
12:44
"Time is of the essence," she was
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saying. She hung up when she saw me.
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"You must have been up late," she said,
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handing me a cup of coffee. I mimicked
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her shrug. "It's still early. We'll have
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to wait and see.
12:59
As she took the kids to school, I headed
13:01
to my office, checking the Miller real
13:03
estate website. The New Horizon's house
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was front and center, a testament to
13:08
Anthony Miller's social responsibility.
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I found his Facebook page filled with
13:13
photos of cars and vacations and a
13:16
recent corporate event photo with Jean.
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Her hand was in his, her face turned
13:20
toward him, a look of adoration in her
13:23
eyes. It wasn't definitive, but it was
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damning. I called Clarence Williams, the
13:29
private investigator, and urged him to
13:31
speed up the investigation.
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He told me to be patient. I called a
13:36
lawyer who advised me that fixing the
13:38
marriage was always better than divorce.
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But I knew with a bone deep certainty
13:43
that there was nothing to fix.
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I had one more idea. I contacted a
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former colleague of Jeans, Chad, who
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owed me a favor. We met at a Red Robin.
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And over burgers, I got straight to the
13:56
point. I'm fishing for information,
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Chad. Something's been bothering me
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about M.
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Everything changed when Tony lost his
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wife to cancer, Chad said, his face
14:07
serious. Your wife? She became very
14:10
close to him. They called her his office
14:12
wife. He looked at me shrewdly. You
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weren't home much, were you, Adam? I
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shrugged, saying nothing. Did you know
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Anthony was rumored to have cancer? He
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asked. The pieces clicked into place.
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Jean's grief, the visit to the hospital,
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her distant behavior. She wasn't sick.
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Her lover was. I called St. John's
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Hospital and asked for Anthony Miller.
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He was in the oncology ward. I paid for
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lunch and headed home. My mind a storm
14:40
of rage and heartbreak. That evening,
14:43
Jean joined me on the porch with a glass
14:44
of wine. "You went on the M website,
14:47
didn't you?" she accused. "And I assume
14:50
you checked everyone's Facebook pages,
14:52
too.
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Social media isn't private, I said,
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letting out a puff of smoke, a gesture I
14:58
knew she hated. Please stop, Adam, she
15:01
said, her voice cracking. You're being
15:04
ugly. Who are you? I asked, a cold, hard
15:08
voice I barely recognized as my own. I
15:11
am your wife, she said, her voice a
15:13
desperate plea. That's who I am, she
15:16
said. And then she ran inside. The next
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day, I had my revenge. Clarence Williams
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delivered a flash drive containing
15:23
information on 14 women the Millers had
15:25
helped. I arranged to meet with one of
15:28
them, a woman named Laya, who now worked
15:30
as an escort. I offered her $20,000 to
15:33
tell her story. She told me about being
15:36
taken in by the Millers and then being
15:38
used. I gave her my number and told her
15:41
I had a plan. On Thursday, I listened to
15:43
WMA radio. Evelyn Miller was on the air
15:46
promoting the New Horizon's house. A
15:49
caller, a woman's voice thick with sobs,
15:51
broke the smooth narrative. "Please
15:54
don't believe the house helped anyone,"
15:56
she said. "It allowed Mr. Miller to
15:58
misuse women." The host tried to cut her
16:01
off, but she kept going. He did, and
16:03
more than once. I'm a trumpet now,
16:06
thanks to your precious daddy. My name
16:08
is Laya, and your father ruined me. The
16:11
connection cut off, but the dam had
16:13
broken.
16:14
Another woman, Rita, called in with a
16:16
similar story. than a married woman. The
16:20
story went viral. Social media exploded
16:22
with stories of abuse and Anthony
16:24
Miller's charity, his legacy, was in
16:27
ruins.
16:28
I went home feeling sick to my stomach.
16:31
I had unleashed a firestorm. I picked up
16:34
the kids, made dinner, and waited for
16:36
Jean. She came home at 10 p.m. looking
16:40
devastated.
16:41
"You heard?" she said, her voice a
16:44
defeated whisper. Have you heard all the
16:46
nasty things they say about Tony? I
16:48
looked at her, at the woman who had
16:50
betrayed me, and I felt nothing but a
16:53
cold, hard resolve.
16:56
"Yeah," I said. "Sounds like your boss
16:59
is a monster.
17:01
My revenge was just beginning, and I
17:04
knew with a certainty that chilled me to
17:06
the bone that it was far from
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