My Wife Of 26 Years Framed Me To Die In Prison. I Found Her Secret Stash In Our Basement And Realized She’s Working With A Serial Conman. Now, I’m Planning A Date Night She’ll Never Forget. How Should I Execute My Revenge?
Drove to the office, locked myself in my private study, and waited. At 9:00, my phone buzzed.
Silas: “I’m in. Downloading everything now.” I stared at the message.
Three words. Three words that meant Silas was inside our home network, pulling years of secrets from the digital shadows.
“Graham?”
“How long?”
“Silas: Few hours. I’ll call you.”
The call came at 2:00 in the afternoon.
“Graham?”
Silas’s voice was grim.
“You need to sit down.”
I was already sitting.
“What did you find?”
A pause, the sound of typing, then,
“487 emails between Margot and Damian over the past 10 months. Starting last April.”
Ten months. She’d been planning this for 10 months.
“What do they say?”
“Everything. The whole plan. How to forge your signature, which accounts to use, how to plant the evidence, when to call the police.”
Silas’s voice was tight with anger.
“Graham, this wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment affair. This was premeditated, calculated.”
My hands clenched into fists.
“What else?”
Another pause.
“There are 83 emails between Damian and Marlo.”
The air left my lungs.
“Marlo?”
My voice cracked.
“My daughter’s involved?”
“Most of the emails are Damian pressuring her, threatening her. But Graham,”
Silas hesitated.
“She knew. She knew what they were planning.”
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. My daughter.
My little girl.
“Send me one,”
I said hoarsely.
“Send me an email.”
“You sure?”
“Send it.”
A moment later, my phone pinged. I opened the attachment with shaking hands.
From: Marlo Whitfield To: Damian Cross Date: February 1st, 2025 Subject: Re: Timeline “I can’t keep lying to him. This is wrong. He’s my father.”
From: Damian Cross To: Marlo Whitfield Date: February 1st, 2025 Subject: Re: Timeline “You don’t have a choice, sweetheart. Remember what’s at stake. Remember what happens if you don’t cooperate. Your father will be fine. He’ll get a good lawyer. But if you back out now, you lose everything, and so does he. Stick to the plan.”
I read it twice, three times. The words blurred.
“I can’t keep lying to him.”
She knew. She knew and she didn’t tell me.
“Graham?”
Silas’s voice pulled me back.
“You still there?”
“Yeah.”
My voice sounded hollow.
“What does he have on her?”
Silas was quiet for a moment.
“I’m not sure yet. But there’s a video file on Damian’s laptop. It’s labeled ‘Marlo_confession_January30.mp4.’ I haven’t opened it, but based on the file size and metadata, it’s about 3 minutes long. Filmed in his apartment.”
My stomach dropped.
“Send it to me.”
“Graham, are you sure you want…?”
“Send it to me now.”
A long silence, then,
“Okay. But Graham, whatever’s on this video, it’s what he’s using to control her. Are you ready for that?”
