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Aug 9, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories He Cheated With His Secretary… So I Froze Every Account and Took EVERYTHING | Storytime Stateside On our 10th anniversary, I brought my husband his favorite dinner — and found him with his secretary instead. For months, he gaslit me, told our therapist I was paranoid, and spent our money on his affair. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I documented everything — the hidden accounts, the hotel charges, the rent for her luxury apartment. And then I hit him where it hurt. This is the story of how I turned the tables, froze every account, filed for divorce, and walked away stronger. 💬 Comment below: Was my revenge justified or too cold? 🔔 Subscribe for more dramatic storytimes, revenge stories, and relationship lessons. #Infidelity #Gaslighting #RevengeStory
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The weight of the takeout bags felt
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different than I remembered. Heavier
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somehow.
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It was our 10th anniversary, and in my
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hands I carried our celebration, his
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favorite pad tie from the downtown spot.
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Good chopsticks and the small sweet
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fortune cookies he always saved for
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last. I pushed open the door to his
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office, a smile already forming on my
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face. It froze there, a fragile, brittle
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thing.
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What I saw wasn't a business meeting or
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a late night of work. It was a still
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life of betrayal. His secretary,
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Vanessa, scrambling off his lap as he
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clumsily zipped his pants. The takeout
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bags slipped from my fingers, and the
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scent of lime and peanuts filled the air
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as the noodles cascaded across the
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polished hardwood floor. The sound was a
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soft, wet slap, a perfect punctuation to
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the scene. For a long moment, no one
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moved. Vanessa, with a practiced calm
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that spoke of previous performances,
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smoothed her skirt. Marcus' face cycled
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through shock, fear, and finally a sort
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of irritated bewilderment.
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"Honey," he said as if I had walked in
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on him filing taxes.
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"What are you doing here?" Vanessa had
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the audacity to interject, her voice a
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theatrical whisper. "Oh my god, I'm so
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sorry. I was just showing Marcus the new
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filing system and I tripped. He was
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helping me up. I looked at her smudged
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mascara, at the smear of bright red
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lipstick on his collar that was not my
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shade and at his rumpled shirt. I looked
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at the scene, not with a sudden flash of
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anger, but with the cold scientific
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clarity of a crime scene investigator.
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Right, I said the word a whisper. You
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tripped onto his lap while he was
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unzipping his pants. Sarah, don't be
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ridiculous. Marcus' voice was too loud,
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too firm. He stood, straightening his
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tie, attempting to reestablish the world
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he had so carelessly broken. Vanessa
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just slipped and grabbed my belt to
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steady herself. The zipper got caught.
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You're making this into something it's
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not. The air conditioner hummed a hollow
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tune, a distant drone against the
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thunderous beat of my own heart. I saw
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Vanessa gather papers with shaking
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hands. I should go, she murmured. Happy
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anniversary, by the way. 10 years is
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such a milestone. She knew. She knew
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what day it was. I watched her leave,
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her heels clicking a staccato rhythm
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against the wood, her feet carefully
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avoiding the ruins of our celebratory
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meal. Marcus waited for the door to
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close before turning back to me, wearing
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that familiar expression. The one that
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said I was overreacting, that I was the
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problem.
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Look, I know how this looked, he began,
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but you have to trust me. Nothing
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happened. Trust you? The words tasted
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foreign, metallic on my tongue.
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Yes, trust me. We've been married for 10
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years, Sarah. Don't you think I've
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earned a little benefit of the doubt? I
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didn't answer. I knelt down and began
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picking up the takeout containers, the
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sweet, messy noodles clinging to my
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shaking fingers. If I stopped, I might
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break. If I stopped, the world might
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end. The door wasn't locked, I said, my
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voice quiet as I cleaned. What? Your
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office door? I repeated. It wasn't
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locked. If you were having a private
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business meeting about a filing system,
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wouldn't you lock the door?
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Marcus sighed, an exasperated sound I
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had heard a thousand times before.
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Sarah, please. You're spiraling. This is
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exactly what Dr. Peterson warned us
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about in coup's therapy. That stopped me
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cold. 6 months of therapy because he'd
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made me believe I was paranoid because
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I'd felt a creeping sense of unease, a
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gnawing anxiety that something was
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wrong. He had been so supportive, so
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concerned about my mental health. He had
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made the appointment.
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"You told Dr. Peterson I was paranoid?"
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I asked. I told him you were struggling.
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And look at this. He gestured to the
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mess. You walked in on a completely
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innocent situation and immediately
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jumped to the worst possible conclusion.
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That's not healthy, Sarah. I stood and
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looked at him at the man I had loved for
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a decade who was now telling me I was
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crazy for believing my own eyes. I
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wanted to go home. Good, he said. We'll
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go home and talk about this rationally,
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but I was already walking out the door,
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leaving the wreckage of our anniversary
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behind me. The drive home was a blur of
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traffic and a thrming silence in my car.
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I pulled into our driveway, looking at
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the house we had bought together, the
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garden I had tended, the porch swing
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where we used to talk about everything
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and nothing. Inside, Marcus immediately
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began his damage control. I understand
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why you're upset, he said, following me
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into the kitchen. But you have to see
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this from my perspective. My wife
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doesn't trust me enough to believe me
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when I tell her the truth. The truth. My
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gaze fell on the anniversary cake in the
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refrigerator. Chocolate and raspberry,
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his favorite. I closed the door on the
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cake. What's the truth, Marcus? The
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truth is that Vanessa is my employee and
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nothing more. The truth is that I love
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you and I'm hurt that you would think I
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would cheat on you. He was good. He said
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it with just the right amount of wounded
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dignity. It almost made me apologize.
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Almost. She knew it was our anniversary,
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I said instead. Of course, she knew. She
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handles my calendar. It's a milestone,
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Sarah. You're grasping at straws here.
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Take off your shirt, I said. My voice
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was steady, calm. What? Take off your
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shirt. If nothing happened, there won't
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be any marks, any scratches, any
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evidence.
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His face went pale. I'm not going to
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strip for you like some criminal.
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The fact that you're asking proves
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exactly what I'm talking about. This
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paranoia is destroying our marriage.
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Our marriage.
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I repeated the words silently as I lay
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awake that night, listening to his
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feigned sleeping breaths beside me. I
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thought of Dr. Peterson, of the 6 months
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he'd spent telling me my instincts were
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wrong. I thought of Vanessa's practiced
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calm. At 3:00 in the morning, I got up.
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I went to Marcus's home office. His
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laptop was open but password protected.
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He wasn't very creative with passwords.
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Our anniversary date, our address, our
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first dog's name. It took me less than
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20 minutes to get in. I didn't search
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for scandalous emails or photos. I went
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straight to the bank statements. Our
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joint checking account, which I rarely
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looked at because he handled the
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finances. I scrolled down. Monthly rent
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payments. a steady, uninterrupted stream
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of $800 payments for the last year and a
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half to an address I didn't recognize.
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I cross- referenced the address. A
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luxury apartment complex downtown, the
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kind of place a secretary could never
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afford on her salary. My hands trembled
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as I dug deeper. Credit card statements,
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jewelry purchases, restaurant charges,
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hotel rooms booked on nights he was
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supposedly working late. a paper trail
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of a double life paid for with our
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money. I printed everything, every
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statement, every receipt.
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Then I put it all in a folder and went
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back to bed. He was still pretending to
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sleep. The next morning, he acted like
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nothing had happened. He made coffee,
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kissed my forehead, and asked if I was
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feeling better.
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I have a therapy appointment with Dr.
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Peterson today, I said over breakfast.
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Good. I think that will help. Do you
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want me to come with you?
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No, I said I think I need to work
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through some things on my own. He looked
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relieved. Dr. Peterson's office smelled
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like vanilla candles and false concern.
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He settled into his leather chair with
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his clipboard.
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How are you feeling today, Sarah? I'm
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feeling like I need to ask you
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something, I began. When a patient's
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husband refers them for therapy because
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of trust issues, do you ever consider
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that maybe their trust issues are
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justified?
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He shifted uncomfortably.
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What do you mean? I pulled out the
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folder and placed it on the coffee table
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between us. I mean, what if the patient
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isn't paranoid? What if they're just
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married to a liar?
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His face went white as he looked through
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the papers, page after page of evidence,
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rent, hotels, jewelry.
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Sarah, he said slowly. I think we need
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to discuss what you plan to do with this
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information.
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What I plan to do, I repeated. Not
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whether it changes your assessment of my
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mental health. Not whether you owe me an
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apology for spending 6 months telling me
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I was crazy, just what I plan to do.
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These are serious accusations. These are
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bank statements from accounts with my
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name on them, paid for with money I
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helped earn. There's nothing accusatory
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about math, Dr. Peterson.
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I stood, gathered the papers, and walked
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out. My instincts, it turned out, had
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been fine all along.
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The next stop was my lawyer's office.
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Janet Morrison was a sharp, nononsense
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woman who had no patience for cheating
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husbands. "How long has this been going
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on?" she asked, reviewing the
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statements. "At least 18 months, based
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on the apartment rent."
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"Probably longer," she mused. and he's
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been paying for her apartment with joint
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funds. Every month, $800.
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She leaned back in her chair. Sarah, how
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quickly do you want to move on this?
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What do you mean? Do you want to
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confront him first? Try counseling, or
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do you want to file for divorce and
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freeze the accounts before he realizes
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what's happening? I thought about his
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lies, the gaslighting, the months of
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doubt.
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Freeze the accounts, I said. All of
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them. Every single one. Janet smiled.
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It was not a nice smile. I like the way
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you think.
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That night, I cooked his favorite
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dinner. Steak, mashed potatoes, green
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beans. I opened the bottle of wine we
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had been saving for a special occasion.
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I used our good china. He was suspicious
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the moment he walked in. What's all
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this? I wanted to apologize, I said for
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yesterday, for not trusting you. You
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were right. I have been paranoid.
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The relief on his face was so comical,
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it almost made me laugh. Oh, honey, I'm
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so glad you're feeling better. Dr.
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Peterson really helps, doesn't he? He
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does, I said, looking him straight in
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the eye. He helped me see things very
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clearly.
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We ate dinner like a normal couple. He
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talked about his day, his meetings, his
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projects. I smiled and nodded. He never
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mentioned Vanessa. He didn't need to. I
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knew. I love you, Sarah. He said over
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dessert. I know things have been hard,
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but we're going to get through this. I
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know, I said. We're going to get through
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this. The next morning, he left for work
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coming. I waited until his car
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disappeared, then called in sick. At the
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courthouse, Janet had everything ready.
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Divorce petition, restraining order on
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all financial accounts, request for
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temporary spousal support.
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Judge Morrison will sign the emergency
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motion this afternoon, she said. By
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5:00, he'll be locked out of everything.
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I went home and waited. At 3:47 p.m., my
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phone rang. Marcus's voice was high and
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panicked.
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Sarah, something's wrong with our
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accounts. My card was declined at lunch
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and the bank. They said the accounts are
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frozen pending divorce proceedings. I
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finished his sentence calmly. Divorce.
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Silence. Long, terrible silence. Sarah,
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we can work this out. Whatever you think
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happened. I know what happened, Marcus.
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I know about the apartment. I know about
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the hotels. I know about all of it.
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Where are you? He asked, his voice now
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desperate. I'm at home packing. Don't do
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anything crazy. I'm coming home right
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now. No, I said you're not. There's a
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restraining order. You come within 500
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ft of this house and you'll be arrested.
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The line went dead. I let his subsequent
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calls go to voicemail, then turned off
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my phone. My sister Emma helped me move
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my things. She didn't ask many
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questions, just loaded boxes and gave me
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fierce hugs. The next few days were a
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blur of legal meetings and paperwork.
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Marcus tried everything, but he never
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once admitted to the apartment. He never
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acknowledged that he'd been stealing
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from our joint accounts to fund his
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affair. He never apologized for the
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gaslighting.
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The real blow came when Janet served his
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office, not just with the divorce
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papers, but with the demand for
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financial records. Marcus had made
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another critical mistake. He'd been
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hiding money, salary bonuses, stock
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options, consulting fees, all tucked
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away in accounts I had never known
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about. He's been hiding significant
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assets, Janet told me over coffee a week
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later. This isn't just about the affair
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anymore. This is about financial fraud.
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How significant?
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Enough that he could be facing criminal
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charges. We can use it as leverage. Get
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everything you're entitled to in the
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divorce and let the criminal stuff go.
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You'll come out ahead financially and
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you won't have to spend years in court.
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And Vanessa, Janet's smile was sharp
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again. Vanessa got evicted 3 days ago.
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Turns out Marcus wasn't her only client.
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A secretary's salary doesn't pay for
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designer handbags and luxury apartments.
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The other wives were starting to ask
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questions. The pieces clicked into
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place. This wasn't a simple affair. This
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was a pattern. Marcus wasn't Vanessa's
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boyfriend. He was her customer. A wave
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of quiet relief washed over me. This
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wasn't about our love falling apart.
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This was about Marcus being stupid
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enough to pay for sex with our money.
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The divorce proceedings moved quickly.
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Marcus' lawyer kept pushing for
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mediation, offering full spousal
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support, a split of assets, even the
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house.
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My client is willing to be very
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generous, his lawyer said. He just wants
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to move forward amicably.
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Amicably, I repeated. That's interesting
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considering he spent 18 months lying to
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my face and stealing from our joint
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accounts to pay his prostitute.
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The word hit Marcus hard. His lawyer
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looked uncomfortable. Those are serious
15:02
allegations.
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Those are documented financial
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transactions. Janet interrupted her
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voice like a steel blade. Monthly
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payments to Miss Chin's apartment. Hotel
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rooms booked during alleged business
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trips. We have everything. In the end,
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Marcus gave me everything I asked for.
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The house, the cars, half his retirement
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and enough alimony to live comfortably
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for the next 5 years. In exchange, I
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agreed not to pursue criminal charges
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and to sign a non-disclosure agreement.
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I signed it happily. I had no interest
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in telling the world about his pathetic
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midlife crisis. I just wanted him gone.
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The final hearing was on a Tuesday in
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October. Marcus looked terrible, thinner
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and grayer. He kept glancing at me, but
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I focused on the judge.
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The court finds that the marriage is
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irretrievably broken. Judge Morrison
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said, "The divorce is granted." "Just
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like that, 10 years were over."
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Afterward, in the parking lot, Marcus
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tried one last time.
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"Sarah, wait," he called as I walked
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toward my car. "Can we talk just for a
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minute?" I turned around. He looked
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desperate, defeated. What's left to talk
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about, Marcus? I made mistakes. Big
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mistakes. But what we had was real. 10
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years doesn't just disappear. You're
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right. I said 10 years doesn't
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disappear, but it can be completely
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destroyed by 18 months of lies. I know
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you hate me right now. I don't hate you,
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I said, and realized it was true. I
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don't feel anything for you at all
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anymore. His face crumpled. Sarah,
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please. I love you. I've always loved
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you. The thing with Vanessa, it was
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stupid. It was meaningless.
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Meaningless? I repeated, pulling my car
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keys from my purse.
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You spent $18,000 of our money on
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something meaningless.
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You put our marriage through therapy
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because I had the audacity to trust my
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instincts. You made me feel crazy for 6
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months because I knew something was
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wrong.
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You can't start over after this, Marcus.
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You can't une to someone. You can't
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ungaslight them. You can't unsteal from
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them. I opened my car door and paused.
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You know what the saddest part is? If
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you had just been honest with me 2 years
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ago, we could have gotten divorced like
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adults. Instead, you turned me into the
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villain of my own marriage. You made me
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doubt my own sanity. That's not
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something you come back from.
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Goodbye, Marcus.
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I drove away without looking back. 6
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months later, I was in my garden
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planting tomatoes when my phone rang.
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The caller ID said Marcus's name. Sarah.
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His voice was different, smaller. I know
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I'm not supposed to call you, but I
17:58
needed to. I wanted to tell you
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something.
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What? Vanessa's pregnant. I sat back on
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my heels, the sun on my face, dirt on my
18:07
hands. Congratulations.
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It's not. I mean, I don't know if it's
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mine. She was seeing other guys, too.
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Other clients, but she says it is, and
18:17
she wants child support, and my lawyer
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says I have to take a paternity test.
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Sarah, why are you telling me this?
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Because I messed up, he said, a long
18:26
pause filled with a quiet, hollow
18:28
defeat.
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Because I lost the best thing in my life
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for someone who didn't even care about
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me. Because I destroyed everything good
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I had. And now I'm stuck with the
18:38
consequences.
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I pulled off my gardening gloves. You
18:43
are stuck with the consequences. That's
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how consequences work.
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I know you'll never forgive me.
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But maybe maybe we could try to be
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friends someday.
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I miss talking to you. I miss having
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someone who actually gave a damn about
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me. I looked at my garden, at the
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vegetables I had planted, the flowers I
19:03
had chosen.
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I gave a damn about you for 10 years,
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Marcus. I gave a damn when you lied to
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me. When you stole from me, when you
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made me think I was losing my mind, and
19:16
you threw it away for 18 months of
19:18
meaningless sex. I hope the paternity
19:21
test works out the way you wanted to. I
19:23
hope Vanessa is a better partner to you
19:25
than you were to me. But mostly, I hope
19:28
you understand that some things can't be
19:31
fixed. Some trust can't be rebuilt. Some
19:35
bridges can't be uncrossed.
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I understand, he said quietly. I just I
19:41
had to try. Now you have, I said. Don't
19:45
call me again. I hung up and went back
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to my tomatoes. The soil was rich and
19:50
dark, full of possibility.
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In a few months, I would have fresh
19:54
tomatoes for my salads, my sauces, my
19:57
own quiet dinners in my own peaceful
19:59
house. It was a good life.
20:02
better than the one I'd had before when
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I'd been married to a man who paid for
20:06
sex with our grocery money and convinced
20:08
me I was paranoid for noticing.
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My phone buzzed with a text. Marcus,
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I'll always love you. I deleted it
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without responding and returned to my
20:19
garden. Some conversations don't deserve
20:22
an ending. Some people don't get to have
20:24
the last word. The tomatoes, on the
20:27
other hand, were going to be
20:28
spectacular.