Five from unknown number. I could guess who that was. And one voicemail.
I didn’t listen to it. Instead, I opened the browser on my phone and visited the attorney’s client portal. Everything was ready.
Divorce papers. Filed. Restraining order application.
Pending. With video evidence from the home security camera. Yes, I’d reviewed the footage.
She didn’t even close the blinds. I made sure the judge would see it too. Next was the civil suit.
Claire had siphoned thousands from our joint savings, some of which were from my military disability benefits, protected under federal law. My lawyer said, she’ll either return the money or face criminal charges. I didn’t care which.
The best part? Her lover’s name, Matt, was attached to a few of the charges too. She had transferred money directly to his Venmo. Rookie mistake.
I also called the university. You see, Claire worked part-time in the administration office of a local college, and Matt was a tenured professor there. An email to the Title IX department, with clear documentation of their on-campus relationship, ensured an investigation was opened.
Apparently, they’d used school property and time for their little getaways. I received a reply later that afternoon. Thank you for your report.
This has been forwarded to the Office of Academic Integrity and HR. It was like setting a row of dominoes into motion. By lunchtime, Claire sent another message.
Please, can we just talk? Everything’s gotten out of control. We didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I almost laughed out loud.
They hadn’t meant to hurt me. Of course they had. They just didn’t think I’d respond this way.
They expected a quiet, broken man. Instead, they got strategy. They got silence…
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