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I Sold My Company for Millions… Then Found My Wife in Bed With Another Man | True Story
Aug 11, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories I Sold My Company for Millions… Then Found My Wife in Bed With Another Man | True Story After selling my father’s company and becoming a multi-millionaire, I took a surprise flight home to celebrate with my wife. But what I found in our bedroom shattered everything — my trust, my marriage, and the life I thought we had. This is a true story of betrayal, heartbreak, and quiet revenge. No screaming. No violence. Just leverage, clarity, and a Mercedes. 💔 If you’ve ever been betrayed, you’ll feel this story in your bones. 🔔 Subscribe for more powerful real-life stories. 📢 What would you have done in my place? Let me know in the comments. #TrueStory #Betrayal #CheatingRevenge
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In the sterile, bustling terminal of a
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New York airport, Max found himself a
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prisoner of circumstance.
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A gin and tonic in hand, his eyes were
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glued to the departure board, his weary
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mind replaying the final moments of a
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deal that had just changed his life. For
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days, he and his sisters had been
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negotiating the sale of their father's
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pharmaceutical company to a major firm.
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A company built on a handful of valuable
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but niche pills. It had provided a
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comfortable living but offered little in
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the way of growth. Now with the final
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paperwork in the hands of lawyers, Max
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was a multi-millionaire, the proceeds of
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the sale promising a future of ease for
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him and his wife Camila, whose frugal
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nature had long been a point of pride.
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He'd hoped to fly home to Charlotte that
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evening to share the news with her, but
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the last flight was full. Max, third on
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the standby list, sat nursing his second
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drink, a silent vigil to a hope he was
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starting to lose. Then, a miracle. The
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boarding sign flickered. His name jumped
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to the top, and a gate agent waved him
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over, explaining that four no-shows
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meant he and two others had seats. Max,
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with a jolt of adrenaline, tossed some
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cash on the bar and sprinted down the
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jet bridge. He settled into a first
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class seat, a harbinger of the life to
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come, and felt a profound sense of
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destiny.
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This is a sign, he thought, a final jin
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and tonic in hand. The deal is done. I'm
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going home to celebrate, and the future
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is first class all the way. He drifted
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off. The hum of the engine a lullaby to
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his grand new life. The jolt of the
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landing woke him. Exhausted and a little
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tipsy, he decided against calling
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Camila, grabbing a taxi instead for the
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long ride home. The familiar landscape
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of Charlotte scrolled past the window, a
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comforting sight. He dozed off, the
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driver's voice rousing him as they
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pulled up to his house a few miles
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outside the city. He paid the fair,
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grabbed his bags, and turned to face the
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house, a house that for over two decades
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had been his sanctuary.
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A flash of gold stopped him cold. A
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sleek Mercedes, one he didn't recognize,
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was parked in front of his side of the
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garage. The house was dark, the hour
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well past midnight. He tried to push the
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dread away to conjure a benign
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explanation. A friend, an out of town
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relative, but his gut twisted with a
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darker, more primal fear. He crept along
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the side of the house, unlocked the
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kitchen door, and stepped into the
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silent darkness of his home. With each
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step up the stairs, the silence felt
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heavier, more suffocating.
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The bedroom door was a jar, a sliver of
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faint light spilling onto the landing.
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He pushed it open, his heart hammering
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against his ribs, and the world fell out
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from under him. Camila lay sprawled on
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her side of the bed, naked, an arm
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wrapped around another man. He was
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large, imposing, and he slept with a
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faint, content smile on his lips. For an
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eternity, Max stood there, frozen. The
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faint rhythmic sound of Camila's
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snoring, a sound he had found so
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comforting for years, now felt like a
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cruel mockery. He watched her hand, a
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ring he had given her on their 20th
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anniversary, glinting in the pale light,
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resting on the man's muscular arm. The
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love that had sustained him for over two
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decades, the life he had just fought
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for, shattered into a million pieces.
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Then the anger.
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He moved with a cold, rational fury. He
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grabbed his phone and with trembling
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hands documented the scene, taking photo
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after photo. He saw the man's clothes,
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neatly folded, a symbol of a casual
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intimacy that made his skin crawl, and a
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new plan born of a chilling resolve,
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took shape. A tennis racket, a
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confrontation, those were for fools. He
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was a man of business, a man who
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understood leverage. he would not give
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them the satisfaction of a scene. He
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scooped up the clothes and shoes, took
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one last long look at the woman, who had
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been his wife, and left the room
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dry-eyed. He slipped out of the house,
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the cool night air a stark contrast to
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the burning in his chest.
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He pressed the key fob, and the
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Mercedes's doors unlocked with a soft
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beep. He didn't know how to drive a
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luxury car, but he figured he'd learn.
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As he pulled away, he opened the man's
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wallet. Franklin Thompson, senior sales
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manager at a local Mercedes dealership.
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Max smiled grimly.
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This wasn't just a random affair. It was
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an insult, a transaction.
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The next morning, at a modest motel, Max
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found some measure of clarity. He drove
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the gold Mercedes to Franklin's house, a
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tidy place with a child's bicycle
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leaning against the garage. A young
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woman, Molly, answered the door, her
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face a mix of exhaustion and surprise.
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Max held up Franklin's driver's license.
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Before he could speak, she slammed the
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door shut, then reopened it with her
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phone in her hand. "I have emergency on
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the line," she said, her voice shaking.
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"Tell me my husband is okay."
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Max took a deep breath. "Ma'am, I have
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photos on my phone of your husband and
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my wife in bed last night. Frankly, I
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don't think there's anything wrong with
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him. He gestured toward the gold car.
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That's his. Molly's face crumpled. She
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invited him in. Her children soon to be
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off to school. Her world falling apart
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just like his. I trust you more than my
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husband right now, she confessed, her
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voice tight with pain. Max, for his
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part, felt an odd kinship with this
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woman. Two souls blindsided by the same
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betrayal. They devised a plan.
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Molly, a clever and resourceful woman,
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told him the car was in her name for tax
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purposes. He could keep it for now.
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She'd report it stolen to the police,
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but only after Franklin was back,
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creating a perfect trap.
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Then she handed him a permission slip, a
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written authorization to drive the car.
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He felt a moment of genuine admiration.
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I think I'm falling for you all over
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again," he said, a half chuckle escaping
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his lips. They were a team, united by a
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shared painful purpose. Meanwhile,
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Camila, oblivious to the storm gathering
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around her, woke to a quiet house.
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Franklin, her lover of 5 months, emerged
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from the shower, his face a mask of
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confusion. "My clothes are gone," he
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said. The words sent a cold spike of
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fear through her. and my car. A phone
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call to Max's secretary confirmed he was
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still in New York. A relief, she
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thought. A close call. They hatched a
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clumsy plan to report a break-in. But
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with each passing minute, the lie felt
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heavier, more impossible.
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Franklin, a man used to the easy charm
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of a car salesman, was out of his depth.
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Max, sitting in the elegant gold car at
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his divorce lawyer's office, felt a grim
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satisfaction.
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Anna Reinhardt, a nononsense attorney,
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listened patiently as he recounted his
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story, her expression never wavering.
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He learned that the shares of his
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company owned before his marriage were
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separate property.
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Camila couldn't touch them. The house,
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the retirement accounts, all would be
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divided. But his legacy, his inheritance
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was safe. The only thing he had left to
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salvage was his dignity.
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The final confrontation took place at
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the center cafe, their old meeting spot.
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Max sat across from Camila, the woman he
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had loved, the woman he had just learned
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was a stranger. She was crying, begging
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for forgiveness, for a chance to start
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over. Max, let's run away. Let's go to
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an island and forget all this.
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Her words, once so beautiful, now
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sounded hollow.
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How many men? He asked, his voice flat.
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She tried to lie, but the words caught
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in her throat. She looked into his eyes
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and saw no trace of the man she had
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betrayed. "Three," she finally
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confessed, her voice a whisper. "Three
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men. I'm so sorry." Max stood up, the
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pain in his chest of physical weight.
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The betrayal wasn't just about Franklin.
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It was about all of them. A slow erosion
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of trust that had been happening for
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years.
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He thought of her in bed with these
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faceless men. And then he thought of her
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in his bed with Franklin snoring
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peacefully. That was the image he could
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never erase.
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I'll call the lawyer, he said, his voice
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a finality. You'll be served with
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divorce papers tomorrow. He walked out
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of the cafe and for the first time since
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that terrible night, he cried.
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He sat in the gold Mercedes, his world
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in ruins. Then his phone rang.
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It was Molly. Max, she said, her voice
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low and even. Franklin's in a world of
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trouble. He got arrested trying to break
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into our house. He took a swing at a cop
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and they used a stun weapon on him. His
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family knows everything. Max, in the
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silence of the car, felt no
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satisfaction,
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just a quiet, bitter sadness.
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He had a new life, a new car, and a new
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partner in crime. But the price of his
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freedom was a grief so profound it felt
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like it would never