But here’s the twist no one saw coming—not even me.
Three months into the legal mess, I got a letter in the mail from a law firm in Vancouver. Turns out Nadia had filed a fraud complaint against Sayed. She said he manipulated her into believing he was divorced, promised her funding, and then “disappeared.”
She had screenshots. Voicemails. Even a voice note where he admitted to forging a signature.
That letter ended up saving me.
My lawyer used it to prove a pattern of deception, not just against me but others. I was able to protect my share of the assets, reclaim my credit standing, and even—this part makes me smile—keep the house.
Sayed moved in with his brother. Nadia went public with the whole thing on social media. She posted a tearful video titled “The Married Man Who Lied to Me and Stole My Twenties.”
It went semi-viral. People in our community recognized him. His business collapsed completely.
I won’t pretend I didn’t feel a sliver of satisfaction.
But I also felt free.
I started teaching part-time again—music classes at the local community center. I reconnected with old friends I hadn’t seen in years. I joined a women’s support group that met every Thursday in the basement of a Lutheran church. We drank tea, laughed about our exes, cried when we needed to.
And then one day, at a craft fair, I met someone.
His name was Teo. A retired mechanic who taught welding to at-risk youth. We talked about plants, how mint is basically a weed, and how annoying Facebook Marketplace can be.
No sparks flew. No violins. Just… comfort. Steady conversation. He helped me carry my bags to the car. Called two days later.
We’ve been going slow. I’m not rushing. But this time, I’m watching for the red flags.
And maybe that’s the real lesson.
We don’t always catch lies right away. Especially when they’re wrapped in kindness, or buried under years of trust. But the truth—no matter how painful—frees you. Eventually.
If someone’s making you feel like you’re imagining things, like your gut doesn’t matter… trust me, it matters.
Don’t ignore those little shifts. The silent phones. The late-night emails. The guilt they try to dress as generosity.
Because one day, you’ll open a laptop… and everything will change.
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