Murder? Suicide? Both?
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After two days at corporate I headed home to have it out with my 'loving wife'.
When I got home, she was already gone. I immediately went to the surveillance system to see what she might be doing. I rewound and found her leaving two hours earlier. Backing up some more, I see her taking a phone call. Started playing and enabled audio.
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"... I'll miss you too. Three weeks apart will be hard, but then it'll be done and I can stop the pretend bullshit."
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"Oh, that sounds great, I can give you a proper send-off and then drop you at the airport. I'll be there in 30 minutes."
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"Love you too. Not long until I discard him like old clothes taken to the thrift store. Maybe someone will pick him up off the Clearance shelf."
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You might think it would hurt to hear their plans and her derisive dismissal of her husband of fourteen years. But, in fact, none of this was a surprise, except learning that she was going to be his airport shuttle.
I already knew she planned to leave me for her younger, richer, great-looking client. She'd started on the account a year ago, and was super-excited when she was asked to take over as lead client liaison. Our sex life actually went into high gear -- presumably because she was getting huge ego strokes at work. But it didn't last -- as he transformed from 'demanding but fair' to 'really smart' to 'so sophisticated' to... unmentioned -- her interest and enthusiasm in the bedroom faltered, then expired, to be replaced by apathy and then derisive dismissal.
I also knew he was piloting his private jet to Europe where, among other things, he was finalizing the purchase of a magnificent property in the Italian Lake District for the two of them.
I knew all this because they were so arrogant that they made little effort to hide what was going on. She talked with him openly on the phone and the cameras picked up their plans for me.
The funny part was that she was the one who insisted on getting a security system for the house after her besty suffered a home invasion. Eventually the invaders left after roughing up the husband, breaking a bunch of things and stealing everything they could fence easily. Her besty was unharmed but also terrified.
So we got a surveillance system to capture video and audio all through the house except the bathrooms. I began looking at footage when passion in the bedroom evaporated, and listening to her side of their phone calls, the cause was immediately apparent. At first, it was clear that it was an emotional affair, but it turned physical less than a month after I started 'spying'. And she was obviously head-over-heels in love.
Let me be clear -- I was devastated, heartbroken. I loved her with everything I had. Honestly she was the only woman I ever considered spending my life with, and I assumed 'forsaking all others' and 'til death do us part' were sacred vows for both of us. I never suspected her fingers were crossed at the time. Never thought she would dismiss my love so casually. Never dreamed she would plan to abandon our marriage with nothing more than a Dear John note on the kitchen counter awaiting me when I returned from my two-day trip in a few weeks.
I was gutted, and he was going to pay. Because they were so careless, I learned of their plan with enough time to develop suitable retribution... for him.
So as soon as I knew his schedule, I made arrangements. And once his flight plan was filed I passed the information along to my associate. His plan was to fly solo to Boston, stay the night, then he would pick up a co-pilot for the flight across the Atlantic. So this was the perfect opportunity -- no collateral damage.
