I Told My Husband He Could Leave If He Ever Wanted To Cheat. Then Our Supermodel Neighbor Moved In And He Became Her “Hero.” Now My Career Is In Ruins Because I Tried To Be The “Cool Wife.”

Professional Fallout

The firm’s legal team schedules depositions for the following week. I sit in a conference room with three attorneys while they assess liability and potential malpractice claims. They ask the same questions over and over. When did I first meet Madison? How often was she in my home? Did I ever discuss clients by name? Were any documents left accessible? Did I have proper security protocols?

I answer everything honestly even though each question feels like an accusation. Three clients have already contacted the firm demanding answers. One is threatening to sue both me personally and the firm for negligence. Another wants to know exactly what information was compromised and how it will be secured. The third is simply furious that I brought work home and failed to protect confidential files properly.

The legal team explains they’re trying to get ahead of potential lawsuits and bar complaints. They need comprehensive documentation of everything that happened. I spend 6 hours going through every detail while they take notes and record everything. By the end, I feel hollowed out.

My career that I built so carefully is hanging by a thread because I trusted the wrong person and married someone with terrible judgment. Kyle keeps calling but I send every call to voicemail. He leaves long messages apologizing and begging to talk. I delete them without listening all the way through. We communicate only by text about practical matters.

He asks about his belongings and I tell him to coordinate with building management for a time when I’m not home. He asks about bills and I forward him his half. He asks if we can try counseling and I don’t respond.

My mother calls every day wanting me to file for divorce immediately. She says Kyle enabled everything and doesn’t deserve another chance. I tell her I can’t make that decision yet while I’m drowning in depositions and client meetings and damage control. She argues that waiting just prolongs the pain, but I need time to process everything else before I can handle ending my marriage.

Kyle texts asking if there’s any hope for us. I stare at the message for a long time before typing back that I don’t know. He responds immediately asking what he can do. I tell him the truth, which is that nothing he does now changes what he already did. The trust is gone and I don’t know if it can be rebuilt. He texts back saying he’ll wait as long as it takes. I don’t respond because I don’t know what to say to that.

Evidence of a Planned Attack

The detective calls 3 days after everything falls apart to tell me they executed the warrant on Madison’s apartment. I meet him at the police station where he spreads evidence photos across a conference table. Surveillance cameras hidden in picture frames. A laptop with software for monitoring wireless networks. Fake passports showing Madison’s face with five different names. Driver’s licenses from three states.

A filing system with tabs for six different building residents, including detailed notes about our schedules, our jobs, our visitors. My file is thickest: notes about my late work hours, client names she must have overheard through walls or windows, photographs of me leaving for the office with timestamps. Kyle’s daily routine mapped out in careful handwriting.

The detective points to another folder labeled with a couple’s name from the fourth floor. Same level of detail, same calculated surveillance. We weren’t special or chosen. We were just one target in a larger operation running simultaneously throughout the building.

The detective shows me printed emails between Madison and someone named Alexia discussing which residents had the most valuable access. My name appears frequently because of my client list. High-worth divorces mean financial records and asset information. Madison specifically requested assignment to me after researching my firm online and identifying me as worth the effort.

Every conversation about hiking was planned. Every cooking session was strategy. She learned Kyle loved those specific Ukrainian dishes by going through our trash and finding takeout containers, then researched the recipes. The detective walks me through a timeline they built from Madison’s notes.

She identified my work schedule within the first week. Learned Kyle worked from home within two weeks. Started the coffee and paint color conversations once she confirmed I left early and returned late. Engineered the hiking discovery by following Kyle one morning and pretending it was coincidence. The whole friendship was constructed step by careful step based on surveillance and research. Nothing was real. Nothing was accident.

I sit in that conference room staring at evidence of my own stupidity and feel something crack inside my chest that has nothing to do with Kyle or marriage or philosophy.

The Client Meetings

Mia comes to my apartment that weekend with her laptop and a legal pad. We need to prepare for client meetings where I have to disclose the security breach and explain how confidential information was potentially compromised. She helps me draft disclosure letters that are honest without being alarmist. We practice what I’ll say when clients ask how this happened, how I’ll explain that I brought work home and failed to secure it properly, how I’ll take responsibility without making excuses.

The first meeting is Monday morning with a tech executive going through a complicated divorce involving stock options and intellectual property. I sit across from him in a conference room and watch his face change as I explain. He’s angry but controlled. Asks detailed questions about what specific documents were in my home office, whether his financial statements were photographed, what security measures the firm is implementing. I answer everything honestly and offer to step away from his case if he wants different representation. He thinks for a long moment then says he appreciates my honesty but this is unacceptable and he’ll be discussing it with the senior partners.

The second meeting goes similarly. A woman whose husband is hiding assets offshore. She’s understanding but furious that her private financial information was accessible to criminals. Says she trusted me to protect her interests and I failed that basic responsibility. I don’t argue because she’s right.

The third client threatens to sue both me and the firm for negligence and breach of fiduciary duty. Says his case involves sensitive business information that could damage his company if it gets out. His attorney is already drafting a complaint. I sit through his anger without defending myself because there’s no defense that matters.

The detective calls again Tuesday afternoon. Alexia and two other accomplices disappeared. Madison’s phone records show she made three calls in the 20 minutes between when I confronted her about Victor and when the police arrived. Alexia got enough warning to run.

They’re tracking financial records and communications but the operation was sophisticated. Multiple shell companies, Bitcoin transactions, encrypted messaging apps. Alexia might have already left the country with fake documents like the ones they found in Madison’s apartment. The detective says they’re working with federal agencies now because the scope crosses state lines and involves identity fraud, but he’s honest that people this organized usually have escape plans. Madison stayed behind either because she was genuinely surprised or because she was the expendable one. Either way, the main architect of the whole thing is gone.