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As the story unfolds, hidden truths, deception, and unexpected revelations come to light. What started as a routine day quickly turns into a marriage-shaking discovery that forces difficult choices and emotional confrontations. This powerful narrative explores trust, betrayal, identity, secrets, and the consequences of double lives.
If you enjoy emotional relationship stories, shocking plot twists, suspenseful storytelling, marriage drama, and real-life inspired narratives, this story will keep you hooked until the very end.
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00:00Simone Davis, I found out it isn't you. Your husband is here with a woman who looks like you.
00:04The voice on the line was familiar, but I couldn't immediately place who it was.
00:09My head was throbbing from lack of sleep. Serenity, my baby, hadn't let me sleep all night again.
00:14Now, halfway through the afternoon, I was barely holding myself up.
00:18I'm sorry, who is this? I asked, simultaneously trying to wipe up the oatmeal my four-year-old
00:23Nova had just smeared across the kitchen table. For the tenth time, she'd refused to eat it.
00:28It's Aisha Green from Metropolitan Trust and Savings, the downtown branch. Do you remember me?
00:34Aisha. Of course I remembered her. Five years ago, I had accidentally saved this young black woman
00:40from getting fired and facing criminal charges by proving that her boss, not her, had stolen the
00:45money. Since then, we occasionally ran into each other at the bank. She always smiled at me like
00:50an old friend. Yes, Aisha, I remember. What's wrong? A long silence hung on the line. I heard Aisha take
00:57a deep, labored breath, as if gathering courage. Ms. Davis, I'm breaking every rule right now.
01:02I'll be fired if anyone finds out I called a client with this information. But I owe you.
01:07You saved my life, my career, everything back then. My heart jumped. Something in her voice
01:12made me drop the rag and straighten up. Talk to me. Your husband is here, at the bank,
01:17with a woman. I couldn't help but let out a small, bitter laugh. Aisha, that's impossible.
01:21Damon is out of town on a business trip in Atlanta. He left yesterday morning.
01:24He's supposed to be back in four days. Ms. Davis, Aisha's voice trembled. The woman,
01:30she is you. I mean, she says she is you. She's wearing your coat, the beige cashmere one,
01:34and carrying your handbag. She even presented your driver's license.
01:38The world froze. I stood in the middle of the kitchen, drenched in the weak autumn light,
01:42and felt a coldness rise from my feet to my chest. What did you say? She looks like you,
01:48very close, the same haircut, the same hair color. But I know you, Ms. Davis. I've seen you
01:53dozens of times. This isn't you. It's professional makeup, or I don't know what,
01:59but it is definitely not you. What are they doing? My voice sounded foreign, mechanical.
02:05They are trying to liquidate everything from your accounts. Everything. And reassign the general power
02:10of attorney. They've been in the conference room for two hours now. There is a whole folder of
02:14documents. And... Aisha stumbled. Finish it. Your mother is with them. Vivian Hayes. She's signing
02:21papers as a witness. The phone nearly slipped from my fingers. Mom. My mother.
02:26Get here right now, Aisha urged. It's... bad. I can't explain over the phone. Get here before
02:31they finish. I'll try to stall. She hung up. I stood there, phone in hand, looking at the smeared
02:36oatmeal, trying to process what I had heard. My husband in a bank with a woman pretending to be me,
02:41and my own mother right beside them. I am forty years old. Fifteen of those years I gave to my
02:46profession, and ten of them to the man I called my husband. I bore him three children. I gave up my
02:52career when he said the family needed a mother, not a working horse. I signed every paper he slid in
02:57front of me without reading it, because I trusted him, because I believed him, because I was too
03:02exhausted to think. And all this time, he was... Nova tugged at my jeans. Mommy, I want a cartoon.
03:09I looked at my four-year-old daughter, a tiny copy of her father, with the same shrewd eyes and
03:13pouty lips, and suddenly I clearly saw her growing up to be the same kind of manipulator
03:17if I didn't change things now. In a minute, sweetheart. Just a minute. I put on a movie for
03:23her, checked that Serenity was sleeping in her crib, and called my neighbor, Ms. Carol Jenkins,
03:28who sometimes helped with the kids. Carol, I need to leave immediately. Emergency. Can you watch them
03:33for a couple of hours? Thank God Ms. Jenkins didn't ask unnecessary questions. Fifteen minutes later,
03:39she was walking into the apartment, and I, still in my old jeans and stretched-out t-shirt,
03:44with unwashed hair pulled back in a ponytail, was calling a rideshare. In the car, I tried to pull
03:49my thoughts together. A financial analyst. That's who I used to be. Before the maternity leaves,
03:54before the sleepless nights, before the constant, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. I used to close multi-million
04:01dollar deals. I could find a loophole in any document. They called me, The X-Ray, for my ability to
04:06find errors and manipulations in reports that others considered flawless. Then I became a mother,
04:12and all of that seemed to vanish. It dissolved into baby cries and dirty diapers. No, it hadn't
04:17dissolved. It was just dormant. And now it was waking up. I started to remember. The beige cashmere
04:23coat, the one the woman was wearing at the bank, disappeared a month ago. Damon said we must have
04:27forgotten it at the dry cleaners. I believed him. My handbag with my documents. Two weeks ago,
04:32Damon lost it while supposedly moving things in the car. He later found it, but the ID looked
04:37somehow different. I convinced myself I was mistaken. My mother started calling strangely in
04:43recent weeks, asking about my health, my mood, if I was tired of the kids, if I wanted a break.
04:48I thought she was being caring. It turned out she was preparing the ground. The car pulled up to the
04:54bank. I paid the driver and got out, but I didn't go in through the main entrance. I called Aisha.
04:59Aisha. I'm here. How do I get in without them seeing me? Service entrance around back. I'll meet
05:06you. Five minutes later, I was following Aisha, a young woman with dark hair and serious eyes,
05:12up the staff staircase. They're in conference room A, she whispered as we walked. I took them to the
05:17security room. They have monitors. You can see everything. The security room was small, stuffy,
05:23and smelled of stale coffee and body odor. On the screens were multiple angles of the conference room,
05:28and I saw him. Damon, my husband, the father of my children, sat at the head of the table in an
05:34expensive suit I'd never seen before. He was relaxed, smiling, exuding the confidence of a
05:39successful businessman. Next to him was the woman, in my coat, with my bag, with my hairstyle, but
05:46younger, better groomed, more polished. This was the version of me from five years ago, before my third
05:52baby, before I stopped taking care of myself. Across from them was my mother, Vivian Hayes, 65, in a fancy
05:59dress with a neat hairdo. She was signing papers without lifting her eyes, nodding at Damon's words.
06:05There was one more person. Tiffany, Damon's sister, divorced, childless, a real estate agent. I always
06:12sensed she disliked me, but I never paid it any mind. Now, Tiffany was arranging documents with the
06:17business-like air of a person accustomed to such operations. Aisha, I said quietly, I need the
06:23transaction history for all my accounts for the last three years, and a list of every power of
06:28attorney filed in my name. She nodded and slipped out, and I stayed, watching the screen. Damon stroked
06:35the other Simone on the back. An intimate gesture, the familiar touch of a man doing this, not for the
06:41first time. Something broke inside me, and then something clicked. I am a financial analyst, the best in
06:46my division, and now I will do what I do best. Gather information, analyze, find the weak spots, and hit
06:53them hard. Aisha returned with a thick folder of printouts. I started reading quickly, professionally,
06:59making notes with a pencil she handed me. What I saw made my blood run cold. Over the past year,
07:05$800,000 had disappeared from my accounts. Small transfers of $10,000 at a time to the account of
07:11Tiffany Evans Consulting, LLC, my husband's sister's business. Three months ago, a power of attorney
07:17was executed, granting the right to sell our house on 42nd Street, Midtown. I did not remember this.
07:23I did not sign this. A month ago, a loan was taken out in my name for $500,000, secured by our lake
07:29house in the Pines Estates. Two weeks ago, the beneficiary on my life insurance policy was changed.
07:35It was no longer the children, but Damon personally. I pointed to the line on the statement where the power
07:39of attorney for the house was signed. Aisha checked the system. It was done at the downtown branch on
07:45Peachtree Street. You were personally present, according to the security cameras. Show me the
07:49recording. Aisha found the archive. On the screen, a woman in my clothing, viewed from the back. She
07:55was signing papers, never turning toward the camera. Damon was next to her. That wasn't me, I said.
08:01Three months ago, I was in the hospital for two weeks dealing with mastitis. I have the discharge
08:06papers. Aisha went pale. This is document forgery, wire fraud, and grand larceny. This is only the
08:13beginning, Aisha. Only the beginning. I kept digging. I called an old colleague in the analytical
08:18department of my former company. I asked him to unofficially check the financial health of
08:23Evans Automotive Group, my husband's business. The answer came in 15 minutes, and it was devastating.
08:29Damon's company was bankrupt. Debts to suppliers, unpaid loans, lawsuits. Damon had been hiding it for a
08:35year. He wasn't opening a new service shop in Atlanta. He was hiding assets from creditors,
08:40and all those assets were listed in my name. I understood the scheme. Damon had used me as a
08:46shield for years. When things were good, he was the successful businessman. When problems started,
08:51he transferred everything to me so creditors couldn't touch it, and now he was moving the
08:55liquid assets to his sister so that after the divorce, he could leave me with the debt and zero
09:00assets. Aisha, I looked at her. The woman who's pretending to be me. Can you find out who she is?
09:07Aisha went to check. She returned 10 minutes later with new information. Jasmine Wells, 28 years old.
09:12She is listed on the payroll of Evans Automotive as an office manager. Over the past three years,
09:17her account has received over $600,000 in transfers from your husband.
09:20And? Aisha hesitated. A month ago, she filed for maternity coverage. The mistress. The pregnant
09:27mistress. While I was birthing Damon's third child, while I was up all night with the baby,
09:32while I was turning into a shadow of myself, he was building a new life with another woman.
09:36Three years. Their affair had lasted three years. I stood up and left the security room. I needed to
09:42be alone, just for a minute. In the restroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. Dark circles under my
09:47eyes. Overgrown roots. Cracked lips. Wrinkled t-shirt. I remembered Damon saying to me a month
09:52ago, Simone, have you looked at yourself? You look like the housekeeper. I'm embarrassed to
09:57take you out to dinner. I thought he was right then. I'd let myself go. I was to blame. Now I
10:03understood. He was doing it on purpose. He isolated me from friends, refused to hire a nanny, convinced
10:09me I was selfish for wanting to go back to work. He exhausted me physically and emotionally so that I
10:14wouldn't notice him stealing my life. My phone vibrated. A message from Miss Carol Jenkins.
10:19Everything's fine, sweetie. The children are asleep. No need to rush. The children. My children.
10:25If Damon finished his plan, I would be left with nothing. No money, no home, no job. And he would
10:30have the money, the house, the cars, the young pregnant mistress. Worst of all, with my mother as a
10:35witness to my supposed incompetence, he could try to take the children too. No. I straightened my back,
10:41splashed cold water on my face, looked myself in the eyes, and saw something there that had
10:45vanished years ago. Rage. Cold, calculating, professional rage. I went back to the security
10:52room. Aisha, I need your help, and I need you to trust me. Anything, Ms. Davis. Call the bank's
10:59internal security. Tell them you suspect fraud using stand-ins. Tell them to be ready, but not to
11:04intervene yet. Okay. I pulled out my phone and called Lena, the only friend who'd stayed with
11:09me since my old job, a family law attorney. Lena, I have an emergency. Husband, mistress, fraud. I
11:15need an injunction on any operations involving our real estate. Right now. Simone? Lena's voice was
11:21shocked. Damon? Do you have proof? Plenty. I'll send you everything. Send it. I'll have the papers
11:27ready in an hour. I sent her photos of the statements I'd taken on my phone and then turned
11:31back to the monitors. Nothing had changed in the conference room. Damon was still talking to the
11:36manager, smiling his charming smile. Jasmine, the woman pretending to be me, sat next to him,
11:41playing the part of the tired wife and mother. My mother was signing another paper. Then I saw Mom
11:46stand up and leave the conference room, presumably to go to the restroom. I made my decision. Aisha,
11:52keep watching. If anything changes, call me. I left the security room and walked toward the women's
11:57restroom. My mother was standing by the mirror, adjusting her makeup. When she saw me in the
12:01reflection, she dropped her lipstick. Simone! You! How are you here? Same question for you, Mom.
12:08What are you doing in a bank with my husband and his mistress? Mom tried to compose herself.
12:14I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just helping Damon with some documents. He said you asked
12:18me to. Mom. I stepped closer. Look me in the eyes. That woman in there is not me. You know that.
12:24You are signing papers knowing this is fraud. A pause. Mom looked away. You don't understand.
12:32Damon said, he said you're sick. That you have postpartum depression. That you're acting strange.
12:37That you need help. He showed me some of your messages. Strange messages. You wrote that you
12:42wanted to leave. Abandon the children. Mom, that's fake. I never wrote that. He fabricated the messages
12:48so you would believe him. Mom pursed her lips, a familiar gesture that meant, I don't want to hear this.
12:54Simone, maybe you really do need a break. You don't look well. Damon is taking care of you all.
13:00Damon has been supporting his mistress for three years with my money. She is pregnant with his child.
13:05And right now, he is transferring all our joint assets to his sister to leave me and my three
13:10children on the street. Mom went white. That, that's not true. Come on, I'll show you. I took her hand,
13:18the way I used to when she walked me to school, and led her to the security room. On the monitor,
13:23Damon stroked Jasmine's cheek. Intimately, habitually. The way a man touches a beloved woman,
13:29not a random stand-in actress. Mom watched the screen and slowly sank onto a chair.
13:35He, he never looked at you like that, she whispered. I know, Mom. Because he doesn't love me.
13:40He never did. I was an investment. A convenient wife who would have his children and ask no
13:46questions. And now, he's writing me off as a loss. Aisha showed her the statements.
13:52Transfers to the mistress. The apartment deeded to Jasmine. The maternity documents. Mom cried.
13:59For the first time I could remember, truly cried. Not manipulative tears. Not for effect.
14:04She just cried like a person who realized they had made a terrible mistake. I didn't know. He spoke
14:10so beautifully. He said he was doing it for his grandchildren. That you would thank him later.
14:15Mom, I sat next to her. You can still fix this. You need to tell the truth. That he misled you.
14:22That you didn't know about the stand-in woman. They'll arrest me. No. If you become a witness,
14:27I can arrange it. But I need your help. I need my mother. A long pause. Mom wiped her tears.
14:33Looked at me. In her eyes was something I hadn't seen in years. Shame. Real shame.
14:40What do I need to do? I looked at my watch. Forty minutes had passed since I arrived.
14:46In the conference room, Damon and Jasmine were finishing the documents.
14:49Tiffany was stacking papers into a folder. They thought they had won.
14:53My phone vibrated. A message from Lena. Injunction secured. Filed an emergency motion.
14:58All real estate transactions are blocked. Effective immediately.
15:01I smiled. It was not a kind smile.
15:05Aisha, I said. Call the conference room. Tell them there's an issue with a transaction that
15:09requires additional verification. Hold them for twenty more minutes. And then, then I go in.
15:15Twenty minutes is a long time when you know what to do. And a very short time when your fate is
15:19being decided. I stood before the conference room door, feeling my heart beat hard, echoing in my
15:24temples. Behind me was Aisha, the bank security guard. Officer Jackson. A large man with alert eyes.
15:30And my mother, pale but resolute. I looked at myself in the reflection of the glass door.
15:36An exhausted woman in old jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt. No makeup. With messy hair. The perfect
15:42contrast to the polished doll sitting inside, wearing my coat. But I knew what they didn't.
15:47Real power isn't in clothes or makeup. Real power is in the truth. And in the documents lying on my
15:53phone. I pushed the door open. The conference room froze. It was like a movie when someone hits the
15:58pause button. All movement ceased. All sound stopped. Damon was standing by the window with
16:02his phone in his hand. When he saw me, the phone slipped through his fingers and clattered onto the
16:06carpet. I had never seen that expression on his face before. A mixture of horror, confusion, and
16:12something like a cornered animal. Jasmine, the stand-in, jumped up so fast she knocked over her chair.
16:18Without my coat and bag, her image completely fell apart. She was just a young, frightened girl in a
16:23tight red dress, totally unsuitable for the role of a tired mother of three. Tiffany clutched the
16:28folder of documents to her chest like a shield. Her eyes darted between me and her brother, searching
16:33for a clue on how to react. The bank manager, a young man in a sharp suit, looked from the woman
16:37in the expensive coat and professional makeup to the woman in the home clothes with dark circles
16:42under her eyes. His face stretched with incomprehension.
16:46What? What is happening? he asked.
16:48Hello, Damon, I said calmly. Surprisingly calmly, considering the hurricane raging inside me.
16:55How was Atlanta? Did you fix a lot of cars? Damon opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again.
17:02In twelve years of marriage, this was the first time I had ever seen him speechless.
17:06He, who always knew what to say, who could persuade anyone to anything, stood there silent,
17:11like a fish on the shore. Jasmine backed up toward the wall. Damon, you said she was at the lake
17:17house. You said everything was under control. Shut up, he hissed. But it was too late. The
17:23manager was already beginning to realize that something was terribly wrong. Damon recovered
17:27first. He was always good at quick adaptations. That's what I had once loved about him, or
17:32thought I had. Simone, honey? He took a step toward me with a smile I knew too well. The
17:37everything's fine smile. The I'll explain everything now smile. How did you get here? I thought you
17:43were with the kids. Stop right where you are, I said. He stopped, as if hitting an invisible
17:48wall. I walked to the table and picked up one of the papers that hadn't been put into the
17:52folder yet. General power of attorney to manage all my accounts, I read aloud. Consent to sell
17:57the house at 42nd Street, Midtown. Waiver of rights to the lake house in the Pines Estates,
18:02I looked up at my husband. Is this what I think it is, Damon? Or are you going to explain
18:06to me that this is just some misunderstanding? It's for the business, he said quickly. A
18:11temporary measure. I have creditor issues. You know how tough things are right now. I
18:16don't know, Damon. You didn't tell me. You told her. I pointed to Jasmine, who was pressed
18:21into the corner, looking like she wished the floor would swallow her whole. She's... she's
18:26just an employee. Damon tried to smile, but it came out crooked. An employee who is four
18:31months pregnant with your child. Silence. Absolute ringing silence. The bank manager
18:37slowly rose from the table. Excuse me, do I understand correctly that this woman, he
18:42pointed to Jasmine, is not Simone Davis? You understand correctly, I replied. Simone
18:47Davis is me, and this, I looked at Jasmine, is Jasmine Wells, 28, office manager for Evans
18:53Automotive, and my husband's mistress for the last three years. Jasmine sobbed. I'm not to
18:59blame. He forced me. He said you were divorced, that you had agreed to all of this. Take off
19:04my coat, I said. What? Take off my coat. Now. With trembling hands, Jasmine unbuttoned
19:11it. The beige cashmere coat, my favorite, a birthday gift from mom three years ago, fell
19:17to the floor. Without it, the illusion completely shattered. Before me stood just a young woman
19:22in an inappropriate dress, her makeup streaked with tears. And the bag, and the watch, and the
19:27earrings, she removed everything. My belongings were stolen from my home to create an illusion.
19:33Now sit down and be quiet. If you're lucky, you'll walk out of here as a witness, not an
19:37accomplice. Tiffany tried to rush toward the exit, but Officer Jackson blocked her way.
19:42These are private family matters, she yelled. You have no right to detain me. Tiffany, I smiled,
19:48and by the look on her face, I knew this smile terrified her. What about the $800,000 you received
19:54in your account over the past year? Are those also private family matters? Tiffany paled.
19:59That... Damon transferred that to me. For services. I'm a realtor. I helped with real estate.
20:04What services, Tiffany? For finding an apartment for your brother's mistress? Or for helping him
20:09rob his wife and leave her with three children penniless? Tiffany was silent. Her lips trembled,
20:14but no words came out. The door opened then, and my mother walked in. Damon immediately livened
20:20up. He saw an ally, his last hope. Vivian, thank God. Tell them this is a misunderstanding. We
20:27discussed everything. You understand the situation. Shut up, Mom said. Her voice trembled, but there
20:33was steel in it. The same steel I remembered from childhood, when she defended me from neighborhood
20:37bullies, when she argued with teachers who gave me unfair grades. Damon froze, mouth open. Mom walked
20:43to the table and picked up the papers she had signed earlier. I, Vivian Hayes, declare that I signed
20:48these documents under false pretenses. I was told that my daughter was mentally unwell and incapable
20:53of managing her affairs. That is a lie. My daughter is the only sane person in this room. She turned to
20:58Damon. Tears were in her eyes, but her voice didn't waver. You told me you loved my daughter. That you
21:04were caring for my grandchildren. That you were doing all this for the family. And you lied to my face
21:08while supporting this. She looked at Jasmine with such contempt that the girl pressed herself further
21:13into the wall. Supporting this woman with my baby's money, Damon remained silent. His face turned gray,
21:20as if all the blood had been drained from it. I pulled out my phone. Good afternoon. This is Simone
21:25Davis. I am at Metropolitan Trust and Savings, downtown branch on Peachtree Street. There is an
21:30attempted grand larceny in progress, using forged documents and a stand-in. I request that officers be
21:35dispatched immediately. Damon sprang up. Simone, you don't understand what you're doing. You're ruining our
21:41family. Think of the children. The children? I placed the phone on the table and looked at him. You want
21:47to talk about the children, Damon? The children you were planning to leave homeless? The children for whom
21:52you changed the beneficiary on my life insurance policy to yourself instead of them? He went even
21:56whiter. That was a mistake. What mistake, Damon? Which one? You planned this for three years. Three years you
22:03transferred money to your sister's accounts. Three years you supported a mistress. Three years you laid the
22:07groundwork to declare me crazy and take everything. Simone, listen. No, Damon, you listen. For the first
22:13time in 12 years, you listen. I walked closer to him. He was a head taller than me, but now he seems
22:18small. Pathetic. For 12 years I was your wife. I bore you three children. I quit my career because you
22:25said family was more important. I didn't sleep at night. I stopped caring for myself. I lost all my
22:29friends because you isolated me. Why do you need friends? You have me. Why do you need a job? I make
22:35enough. Why do you need a nanny? You don't work. My voice was steady. I wasn't yelling. I spoke the
22:41way I used to speak in board meetings when presenting an analysis of a major deal. And all this time, you
22:46were sleeping with your office manager in an apartment you bought with my money, planning how
22:50to throw me out once she bored you less than I do. Simone, I love you. Don't you dare. Don't you dare
22:55say that word. You don't know what it means. I stepped back. I was the best financial analyst in this
23:01city. I closed deals you wouldn't dream of. You thought you turned me into domestic help. That I
23:06forgot who I was. I looked him in the eye. Those beautiful brown eyes that once seemed the most
23:11honest in the world. You woke the dragon, Damon. And now you have to pay. At that moment, the door
23:17opened and two police officers walked in. Who here is Damon Evans? Damon stood up on shaky legs. All his
23:24confidence. All his charm. All the polish of the successful businessman. It vanished. Before me stood only a
23:30frightened man who knew he had lost. You are being detained on suspicion of fraud. You have the right
23:35to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. As they led
23:41him away, he looked back at me one last time. And in his eyes, I saw something strange. Not malice. Not
23:48hatred. But confusion. As if he still couldn't understand how it happened. How his perfect plan had
23:53collapsed. Tiffany was let out next. She was crying. Shouting something about her lawyer and injustice.
23:59But no one listened. Jasmine remained sitting in the corner. They would deal with her later, as a witness.
24:05I looked at her. A young, foolish girl who believed the pretty words of a married man.
24:10You still have a chance to build a normal life, I told her. Not with other women's husbands. Not on other
24:15people's money. Think about that while you give your testimony. She nodded, sniffling. I didn't care if she
24:20understood or not. I had more important things to do. I spent the next three hours at the bank giving
24:25testimony, signing documents, and canceling all the operations they had managed to conduct.
24:29Lena, my lawyer friend, arrived within the hour and took over the legal part.
24:34Simone, she said when we were finally alone in the conference room. Do you understand what's
24:37happening? I do. Damon is facing five to ten years. Grand larceny, document forgery, using a stand-in.
24:44It's serious. I know. Tiffany won't get off easy either. Accomplice money laundering.
24:49Lena was quiet for a moment, then asked, Are you okay? I looked out the window. The autumn evening
24:55was getting dark early. Somewhere out there, in our house, my children were waiting for their mother.
25:01Ms. Carol Jenkins was probably worried sick. No, I said honestly. I'm not okay. But I will be.
25:09Just give me time. Mom was sitting in the hallway, waiting for me. When I came out,
25:13she stood up and walked over. Simone, I don't know how to apologize. I don't know if you can ever
25:17forgive me. Mom, I took her hand. This is not the time for this. I need to get home to the children,
25:23but we will talk. Absolutely. She nodded, still crying. I hugged her, briefly but tightly. She was
25:30my mother, despite everything, and she had helped me at the decisive moment. The car drove me home
25:35through the evening streets. I watched the lights flash by and thought about how strangely life was
25:40constructed. In the morning, I was an exhausted mother of three who thought her biggest problem was
25:44an unslept baby and smeared oatmeal. By evening, I was a woman whose husband was sitting in a detention
25:49cell and whose entire life had been turned upside down. But I was alive. My children were with me.
25:55My assets were protected. And for the first time in years, I felt something like freedom. Strange,
26:00isn't it? Freedom from the person you thought was your family. At home, Ms. Carol Jenkins met me with
26:05worried eyes. Simone, what happened? You were gone so long. Long story, Carol. I'll tell you later.
26:11How are the kids? They're all asleep. Serenity fussed, but I rocked her. Elijah did his homework
26:16and Nova watched cartoons. Everything's fine. I thanked her and saw her to the door, then went to
26:21the nursery. Elijah was asleep, arms flung wide, as always. Nova was curled up, hugging her stuffed
26:27bunny. Serenity was quietly breathing in her crib, tiny and defenseless. My children. I did what I did
26:34today for them. I sat on the edge of Elijah's bed and quietly said, It's going to be okay. My babies.
26:40Things will be different now. I promise. I barely slept that night. I sat in the kitchen,
26:45drinking tea, and thinking about the past 12 years that now felt like a stranger's life,
26:50about the present chaos I had to sort through, and about the future. Unknown, scary, but somehow
26:55no longer terrifying. I was no longer Damon Evans' wife. I was Simone Davis, mother of three,
27:02financial analyst, a black woman who had just saved her life and the lives of her children.
27:07And this was only the beginning. Three months is both an eternity and a blink of an eye.
27:12In those three months, I went through the hell of bureaucracy, court hearings, sleepless nights,
27:17and endless conversations with lawyers, investigators, and notaries. Every day brought
27:22new discoveries, and almost all of them were unpleasant. Damon, it turned out, hadn't lied to
27:27me for three years, but for ten. Even before Elijah was born, he started pulling money out of the
27:33business, creating shell companies, and accumulating debts that were later blamed on force majeure
27:38and a tough economy. I wasn't the first woman he'd used as a shield. Before me, there was some
27:43notary who had sensed trouble and escaped in time. The investigator, an older black man with tired eyes,
27:49told me once, Ms. Davis, your husband is a professional con artist, not because he studied
27:54it, but because he has the talent. Lying, manipulating, creating illusions. You're not to blame for
28:00believing him. Everyone believed him. It wasn't comforting, but at least it explained things.
28:05The divorce was finalized quickly, given the circumstances. The court didn't drag it out.
28:10Damon sent an offer through his lawyer from the detention center to settle peacefully.
28:14He was willing to give up his claims to the children and the property in exchange for me
28:18withdrawing the charges. I refused. It's not revenge, I explained to Lena when she asked if I was
28:23sure. It's justice. He has to answer for what he did. Not just to me, but to everyone he cheated over
28:28the years. The trial for Damon and Tiffany was set for four months after the arrest. By then,
28:34new details had emerged. It turned out Tiffany wasn't just helping her brother. She was a full
28:38partner in his schemes, taking a percentage of every transaction. They found not $800,000,
28:44but nearly $1.5 million in her accounts. Some of it was just hidden in offshore accounts.
28:49Jasmine, as promised, testified as a witness. She spoke against Damon, telling how he taught her to
28:54copy my gait, my manner of speaking, how he chose my clothes and makeup for her. She cried during the
29:00questioning, said she loved him, and believed in a future together. I almost felt sorry for her.
29:06Almost. Her baby, a son, was born a month after the trial. Damon never saw him, and likely wouldn't
29:12for many years. The sentence was harsh. Damon received seven years in a state correctional facility.
29:18Tiffany received four years suspended sentence with probation and forfeiture of the illegally
29:22acquired assets. The money she received from her brother had to be partially returned to me
29:26and partially to the creditors of Evan's Automotive Group. I sat in the courtroom as the verdict was
29:32read, watching the man I had lived with for twelve years. He had aged in those months, looked drawn,
29:39his hair graying at the temples, his eyes dull. As they led him away, he looked back at me.
29:44I didn't look away, and I felt nothing. No pity, no glee, just emptiness. That, I guess, is the end of
29:53love. Not hatred, not pain, just nothing. After the trial, Mom came up to me. We had seen each other
30:00regularly during these months. She helped with the children driving in from her city on weekends,
30:05staying a week when I needed to be in court or with the investigator. We talked a lot. Hard,
30:09honest conversations about why she believed Damon, why she always valued his opinion over mine,
30:14why she was happy when I settled down and gave up my career. I was jealous of you, she admitted once.
30:20You were so smart, so successful. You had everything I never had. And when you married,
30:25had children, and became just an ordinary woman, I felt safer. She paused. I know it's awful, but it's
30:30the truth. I didn't know what to say, but I appreciated her honesty. It was more than I'd received from
30:36her my entire life. Mom, I told her after the trial, I don't hold a grudge against you. You made
30:42a mistake, but you fixed it when it mattered. That's enough. She cried. We hugged right there
30:48in the courthouse hallway among strangers and institutional walls, and I felt something old
30:53lift inside me. The years of resentment I had carried without admitting it, even to myself. I sold
30:59the house on 42nd Street. Too many memories, too many lies had seeped into those walls. I bought another
31:05one, smaller, but in a good neighborhood, close to Elijah's school and Nova's daycare. A three-bedroom
31:10with a big kitchen and a balcony overlooking a courtyard with a playground. The move was chaotic.
31:15The children were cranky. Serenity had just started crawling and tried to get into every box.
31:20Elijah missed his old room. Nova demanded that her bed be placed exactly as it was before,
31:24but we managed. We always manage. On the first morning in the new house, I woke up before everyone
31:30else. I brewed coffee and went out onto the balcony. I watched the city wake up, lights turning
31:36on in neighboring buildings, the first cars pulling out of driveways, the superintendent sweeping the
31:41walkways. This was my city, my life, my morning, and for the first time in many years, it belonged
31:47only to me. I returned to work six months after that day at the bank. Serenity had turned one. I found
31:53a great nanny, a young woman named Brenda, a teaching student who was working with kids to pay her
31:58way. She came for half the day while I was at the office and stayed later if I needed to work late.
32:03My former boss, Mr. Robert Sterling, called me himself when he heard about my situation from
32:07mutual acquaintances. In our world, everyone knows everything, of course. Simone, I always said you
32:13were the best analyst in the city. Come back. Any conditions you name. I named my conditions.
32:18Flexible hours, the option to work from home two days a week, no business trips longer than 48 hours,
32:23and a salary 30% higher than I had three years ago. He agreed without negotiation.
32:29The first day back at work felt strange. I stood in front of the hall mirror in a business suit
32:34with a neat hairstyle and light makeup and didn't recognize myself. Not the exhausted woman in the
32:39wrinkled t-shirt who had stormed the bank six months ago, and not the successful career woman I had
32:44been before the babies, but someone new. Someone who had been through the fire and emerged a different
32:49person. Mommy, you look pretty, Elijah said, peering into the hall. Thank you, son. Are you going to
32:54work? Yes, that's good, he said seriously. Dad said work is important, that you have to be,
33:00what is it? Independent. Independent. Yes, independent. You'll be independent now, mommy.
33:08I crouched down in front of him, looking into his serious seven-year-old eyes. Yes, son. I will be
33:14independent, and you will grow up to be independent too. But truly independent, not like your father.
33:20A truly independent person doesn't lie to others and doesn't live off other people. They work honestly
33:26and take responsibility for their actions. Do you understand? Elijah nodded. Did he understand?
33:32I don't know. But the seeds were planted. The rest is just a matter of time. The children adapted
33:37differently. Elijah, the best of all. He was old enough to know dad did something bad, but young
33:42enough not to dig into the details. He missed him, sometimes asking when dad would be back. But he
33:46accepted my answers about, not for a very long time, without hysterics. Nova was harder. Daddy's
33:53girl. She adored Damon, and his disappearance hit her the hardest. The first month, she woke up screaming
33:58at night, demanded daddy, and refused to eat. I had to take her to a child psychologist, Dr. Anya Sharma,
34:04a gentle woman who knew how to connect with children. Now, six months later, Nova no longer wakes up
34:09screaming. She still sometimes asks about dad, but less often. And she started reaching out to me for
34:14the first time in her four years. Before, I was something of a serving person to her. Feed, dress,
34:20take to daycare. Now, she runs to hug me, asks me to read her a story before bed, and draws pictures
34:26for mom. It was worth everything. Serenity, thank God, was too small to understand anything. To her,
34:33daddy is just a word not connected to a specific person. She grew, started walking, and said her
34:39first word, mama. Of course. In her world, everything was correct and good. Aisha became
34:46my friend, a genuine, steadfast friend. We met once a week for coffee, talking, sometimes just
34:51sitting in silence together. She told me about her life, her complicated relationship with her
34:55mother, a failed romance with a colleague, and her dream of starting her own business.
34:59You saved me twice, she said once. The first time five years ago, when you proved I wasn't a thief.
35:06The second when you showed me that you don't have to give up even when the whole world is against you.
35:10You saved me too, I replied. If you hadn't called that day... We didn't finish the thought. We didn't
35:16need to. Sometimes I thought about Damon, not with longing or anger, but just thought, trying to
35:21understand when exactly things went wrong. Was he like this from the beginning, and I just didn't see it?
35:26Or did something break along the way? There was no answer, and there probably never would be.
35:31Some things remain a mystery forever. People, even more so. He wrote to me from prison. Not often.
35:37Once a month. Sometimes less. The letters were varied. Sometimes penitent. Sometimes accusatory.
35:43Sometimes just sad. I read them all. I don't know why. Maybe I was looking for something. Traces of the
35:49man I once loved. I didn't find them. The last letter came three weeks ago. Damon wrote that he
35:54understood his mistakes, that he had changed, and that after his release, he wanted to start over.
36:00Not with me. He no longer asked for that, but to be a good father to the children. I didn't answer.
36:05Not because I wanted to punish him with silence. I simply had nothing to say. We had become strangers,
36:11if we were ever close at all. One evening, after putting the children to bed, I sat on the balcony
36:15with a glass of wine and looked out at the city. The lights, the cars, the life. Everything
36:21continued, despite everything. I am 40 years old. I am a divorced mother of three. I work 50 hours a
36:27week and still barely keep up with all the chores. I have no time for a personal life, no energy for
36:31hobbies, no opportunity to just sleep in. And I am happy. It sounds strange, I know, but it's true.
36:37I am happy because my life is mine. Because the decisions I make are my decisions. Because the money
36:42I earn is my money. Because I wake up in the morning and know that no one is cheating me,
36:46using me, or planning things behind my back. This is freedom. Genuine, hard-won, earned freedom.
36:53My phone rang. It was Mom. Simone, did I wake you? I wanted to check in. Everything's fine, Mom. The
37:00kids are asleep. I'm sitting on the balcony looking at the city, alone, and I feel good. A pause. Then
37:06Mom said quietly, almost a whisper, I'm proud of you, baby girl. Very proud. I smiled. The first time in
37:1340 years I had heard those words from her. Thank you, Mom. Good night. I hung up and looked at the
37:19city again. My city. My life. Tomorrow will be a new day. Wake up at 6 o'clock. Breakfast. School.
37:25Work. Dinner. Bedtime story. Sleep. And again. And again. An ordinary life. An ordinary woman.
37:30But this ordinary life is mine, and I will never give it up to anyone. Ever again. Simone's story is
37:35about how easy it is to lose yourself in love, in motherhood, in trust for a loved one. It's a story
37:41about how years can pass unnoticed while you live a stranger's life, fulfilling a stranger's desires,
37:46believing a stranger's words. But it is also a story about finding yourself anew at any age,
37:50under any circumstances, with any number of children in your arms. Because inside, every one of us lives
37:55the woman we once were. Strong, smart, capable of anything. She never leaves. She just waits for us
38:01to call her. Simone wasn't weak. She was tired. She wasn't foolish. She was trusting. And when the time
38:08came to defend herself and her children, she did so with the same force she once used to build her
38:13career. The ending of this story is not a fairy tale. There is no prince on a white horse. No
38:19magical, happily ever after. There is just a woman who wakes up every day and lives her life. Hard,
38:25ordinary, real. And that is, perhaps, the most honest ending possible.
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