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Aug 10, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories She Said It Was Just One Night… Then I Saw the Photos | Storytime Stateside February was already brutal… but nothing could prepare me for what happened after Valentine's Day. A perfect weekend. A beautiful dress. A romantic night. Then came the betrayal, the photos, and the heartbreak. This is the raw, emotional story of how I learned my wife wasn't mine anymore—and how I took my first step toward revenge and freedom. 🎥 Inspired by real emotions and real pain. 👊 For every person who's ever had their trust shattered. 🔔 Subscribe for more powerful relationship stories. 💬 Leave a comment below—Have you ever been betrayed by someone you loved?
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February is the worst. It always is. But
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this one was especially brutal. Two
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weeks of perpetual gray skies, 20°
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temperatures, and a relentless blanket
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of snow had left us all, even the kids,
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on edge. We'd clung to the hope of
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Valentine's Day, a chance to thaw the
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winter chill. But even that was stolen
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by a blizzard that shut down the city.
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Instead of a romantic night out, we were
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home with the kids, our fancy
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reservations replaced by a frozen pizza.
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Later, after Emma and Timmy, exhausted
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from their snow day excitement, had
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finally fallen asleep, I sat with my
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wife, Linda, by the fire.
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The flames cast a warm glow on her face,
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and I raised my glass of wine.
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"Thank you for saying yes," I whispered,
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admiring the sparkle of the 10-year-old
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diamond ring on her finger. "I love
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you." "I love you, too," she replied,
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her eyes mirroring the firelight. It was
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a perfect quiet moment. We talked about
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our first date, a college era Wendy's
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trip that had become a running joke, and
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the sheer luck of having each other.
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"How do people get through times like
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this without love?" I asked, feeling a
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deep, quiet contentment.
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"Sometimes they don't," she said softly,
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recalling a high school boyfriend who
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had died tragically on Valentine's Day
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years ago. Determined to chase away the
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lingering winter blues, I took her
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hands. "Happy Valentine's Day," I said,
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a smile on my face. "Let's take our
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celebration to the bedroom."
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The weekend was an unexpected gift. 2 ft
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of snow meant a 3-day weekend. The kids
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loved having us home, and Linda and I
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cherished the time together. By Sunday
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evening, the plows had finally carved a
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path through our street, and we prepared
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for the return to reality.
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Emma and Timmy, in a rare moment of
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gratitude, thanked us for the best
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weekend ever. And I felt a profound
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sense of peace. That peace shattered a
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few nights later.
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The phone rang and Linda's friend D was
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on the other end. Linda's face lit up as
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she listened and I knew what was coming.
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D had a plan. A night out to celebrate
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the end of February, dinner at a fancy
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restaurant, dancing, and a hotel room. I
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was hesitant, but Linda, in a playful
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flurry of cushion swatting, eventually
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wore me down. I agreed on one condition.
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She had to wear the new blue dress she
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had bought for our canceled Valentine's
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Day date. When she came down the stairs,
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I was speechless. The dress, a rich blue
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that intensified her eyes, had long
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sleeves and a high neck, yet was
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anything but demure.
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The skirt flared gracefully as she
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moved, and the smooth fabric seemed to
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catch every bit of light.
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It's still me, Jim," she whispered,
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placing a finger on my chin. "You don't
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need to flatter me." "You have no idea
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how amazing you look," I managed,
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kissing her hands. The night began
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perfectly.
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Dinner with our friends was filled with
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laughter and toasts to the end of a
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terrible winter. "Linda looked
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breathtaking, and I couldn't stop
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touching her, my hand finding its way to
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her back or her knee. She was all mine."
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At the club, the atmosphere was
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electric. We danced not to impress, but
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to enjoy each other. I was proud and
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happy, lost in the simple pleasure of
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her in my arms.
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When our friend Dave asked her to dance,
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she refused, giving me a look that said,
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"This night was just for us." Then he
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appeared. Mark Lavalier, the Sharks star
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quarterback. He approached our table and
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the women around us began to pin and
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flutter. Linda, however, just squeezed
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my hand, her eyes fixed on the floor.
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"Hi, I'm Mark," he said, extending a
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hand to her. "Would you like to dance?"
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she sighed, released my hand, and took
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his. The world seemed to stop.
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I watched as she melted into his arms, a
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smile on her face that was more than
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just polite.
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D tried to distract me, but I couldn't
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look away. I watched my wife, the woman
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who had promised this night was for me,
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dancing with another man.
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The next song was a slow one, and I saw
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him whisper something in her ear. She
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smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that
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was like a dagger in my heart. When the
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song ended, he led her back to the
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table. She was still smiling, but as her
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eyes met mine, a flicker of fear
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replaced the joy. Her hand, which had
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trembled in mine earlier, now felt cold
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and distant. "Sorry, everyone," she
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said, her voice a little too loud. "I
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need to go to the bathroom."
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D, with a conspiratorial glance,
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announced that she would go with her. 5
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minutes became 10, then 15. My anxiety
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was a physical knot in my stomach.
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I went to the bar, but before I could
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ask the bartender to check on Linda, D
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appeared. She's fine, she said, placing
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a $5 bill on the counter. She just left
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the club. Where did she go? I asked, my
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voice rising. D pulled me into a dark
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corner. Jim, Linda loves you and the
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kids more than anything. But tonight,
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she's with Mark. My world crumbled. She
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dumped me for some jock on our special
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night? I growled.
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She hasn't left you, Jim. D insisted,
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her voice patronizing. She'll be home
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tomorrow. It's just one night. So, if
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Mark had chosen you, you would have done
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the same? I asked, my gaze fixed on her.
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Yes, she said defiantly.
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Does Dave know? I asked. No, and you
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don't need to tell him. I snorted in
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disgust and walked back to the table,
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leaving her alone in the dark corner.
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The conversation died as soon as I
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approached.
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Jim, are you okay? Dave asked, a look of
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pity on his face. Depends on what you
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mean by okay, I said my voice cold. It's
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Mark Lavalier, D said as she rejoined
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us. You're not going to divorce her over
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it, are you? Why not? I replied, staring
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at her. The silence that followed was
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deafening. My friends, who had sided
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with my cheating wife, offered weak
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platitudes about thinking of the
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children. I tossed a $20 bill on the
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table.
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That'll cover my bill, I said, my voice
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shaking with a rage that I was
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struggling to control. You can cover for
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the trumpet I came with. I walked out of
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the club and into the cold night, the
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hotel looming in the distance. The room,
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which was supposed to be the culmination
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of our perfect night, was now a monument
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to my humiliation.
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On each pillow, a Gdiva chocolate. In
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the middle of the bed, a pair of
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underwear that was not Linda's. I threw
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the lingerie in the trash, gathered our
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things, and checked out.
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At home, the house was silent and empty.
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I didn't sleep. Instead, I received a
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series of text messages from an unknown
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number. Photos and videos of Linda and
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Mark. He had used her phone to send them
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to me. I slammed the phone shut, the
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anger surging through me. Divorce was
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inevitable, but Mark would pay. I copied
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the images and videos, emailed them to
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our friends with the subject line,
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"Happy now," and then began a rampage of
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destruction.
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I flushed my wedding ring down the
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toilet, and packed all of Linda's
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belongings into trash bags, stuffing
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them into her car. I changed the garage
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code and methodically destroyed every
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object that reminded me of our marriage.
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When I was done, the house was a war
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zone. I collapsed on the couch, waiting
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for the inevitable. The Morning Papers
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headline screamed, "Who is Mark
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Lavalier's new girlfriend?" Below it was
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a photo of Linda and Mark kissing as
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they left the club. My humiliation was
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now public. I called Linda's mother, who
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was shocked and supportive. I made
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arrangements for my parents to take the
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children for the weekend. I posted the
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article on Linda's Facebook page with a
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scathing caption, and emailed the
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reporter, Audrey Tannis, with my side of
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the story.
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I then started receiving calls from my
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friends, now full of hollow apologies.
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When Linda finally walked in around 11
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fra, she found me sitting at the kitchen
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table, a half empty cup of coffee in my
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hand. Her eyes widened as she took in
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the destruction.
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"What have you done?" she exclaimed, her
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face turning ashen.
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"I finished what you started last
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night," I said, my voice flat. She tried
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to touch me, but I flinched away. Don't
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touch me. She looked at me, her face
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pale. No, you're not my wife. Not
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anymore. I held up the paper, showing
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her the photo of her and Mark. You had
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your fun, and now we're done. I followed
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her to the bathroom, and she gasped when
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she saw the empty toilet bowl. "My
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rings," she shrieked. "How could you?
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How could you?" I countered, my voice
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low and dangerous.
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I loved you exclusively for over a
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decade.
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This is my thanks. I held up my phone,
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showing her a video of Mark bragging
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about how he would continue to entertain
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her. Was he telling the truth? I asked.
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Do you want to do this in our bed while
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I watch? Tears streamed down her face.
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But it was just one night, she sobbed.
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Screw you, I said, my voice rising. He
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already did. Now get out. I grabbed her
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purse, pulled out her key, and tossed it
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to her. Don't do this, Jim. I love you.
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I hate you, I said, shivering with rage
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and grief. Now get out of my sight.
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She ran out, wailing, and I collapsed on
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the couch, exhausted.
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Later that afternoon, I met with Audrey,
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the reporter. I gave her the full story
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and the damning video. She in turn gave
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me the name of a lawyer who specialized
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in family law and despised sharks like
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Mark Lavalier.
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I smell a good story, she said, and I
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want to tell yours.
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We agreed to work together. I would get
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an exclusive in her paper, and she would
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help me fight back against the coming
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storm. When I got home, my parents were
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with the kids. "Daddy, why is mommy
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kissing that man?" Emma asked, her eyes
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filled with tears. "I'm getting a
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divorce, Dad," I told my father, the
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words a raw, painful admission. "I don't
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blame you, son," he said. and I knew I
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had their support. My old life was over
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and a new terrible battle had begun.
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