The Cheating That Lies Beneath Thanksgiving Rain

0:00Hello, I'm welcome to cheating all the time. Glad you are here. Let's get into this next crazy cheat. My wife, Denise, the woman I love for two decades, was living a double life. While I was building our home, she was destroying it behind my back, tangled in the arms of her college lover. I walked into a room I never should have entered, so what Noah's been should ever see are lies, her betrayal. It shattered me. But I didn't break. Instead, I planned. I waited. And when the time was right, I crushed her career, ruined her reputation, and left her with nothing. This was my revenge, and I made sure she felt every second of it. The phone ran out bad time while I was focused on my work. I pulled it out and saw an unknown number. Worried it might be a salesperson, I answered anyway. It was something worse. May I speak to Mark Malin? Asked a serious voice. I confirmed that I was Mark Malin. Please hold from his Peterson the voice had firmly. Instead, I ended the call.

1:00As expected, I got another call a minute later. Mr. Malin, I'm sorry we were caught off. Please hold from his Peterson. I hung up again. A phone ran yet again. This time, the call was sounded frustrated and tried to explain how things were supposed to work. I interrupted her. Please tell his Peterson I don't want to talk to date or any other day. I hung up again and went back to my work. But within five minutes, the phone rang again. I recognised the number and decided to let it go to voicemail. Soon, I saw that I had a message but didn't feel the need to check it. I had made up my mind about my project and started laying out my materials. The phone rang again, but this time I turned it off. One of the first lessons I learned about using tools was to stay focused. It helped keep me safe and made time go by faster. I concentrated on placing the 2x4x10 for pine boards in a vertical line with 16 inch bases between them. Next came the horizontal boards, one on top and two at the bottom. I used my measuring tape to check that everything was square. Then I took my nail gun and secured the boards to the frame.

2:00I took a moment to look at my work and decided it was good. I lifted the frame upright and braced it against the bare basement wall. Leaning on the frame, I found one of the pre-drilled holes in the bottom board and used the nail gun to drive in long concrete nails along the bottom. After a quick check with my level, I saw it was even. I went back to the first nail gun and secured the top checking again to make sure everything stayed square. I stepped back to admire what I had done. Quite self, the frame didn't look like much in the empty basement, but I had put it up in just 15 minutes. At this rate I could finish several frames in an iron, getting me closer to completing my project. I felt good at earlier tasks, like running the electrical and HVAC lines had gone smoothly. Thank goodness the plumbing was already done, so that was one less thing to worry about. This evening I would finish the framing. On Saturday I'd put up insulation and panels, and by Sunday I'd lay down the wooden tiles. After all that hard work, I figured I could treat myself to a cold six pack of beer waiting in my collar. It was hard to believe that in just a few weeks I could cross off the entire basement project. It was strange to think I now limited myself to just one six pack each weekend.

3:04I used to drink that much just to get started. I could thank Miss Peterson, my ex-wife for that change. I shook my head at the bitterness I felt toward Denise. How could someone I once loved so deeply turned into someone I had such hard feelings for? I pushed my thoughts back to the framing. The more I worked, the less I had to think, and the sooner I could enjoy a couple of beers before bed. If I was lucky, I wouldn't have any dreams that night. That was my life now, staying busy I didn't have to face the pain. It was definitely not ideal, but better than feeling miserable every day I thought. With that in mind, I got the boards ready for the second, third, and more frames. I made my way upstairs for my drink and a hot shot before heading to bed. When I woke up I remembered to tone my phone back on. There were twenty Miss calls and messages, all from the same person as yesterday. I deleted them without listening to what Denise's secretary had to say. Getting dressed, I felt relieved that I wouldn't be disturbed over the weekend. I checked some urgent business matters on my computer, sending a few emails to resolve those issues. After that, I headed downstairs. A quick stop in the kitchen gave me my bowl of weedies, and I enjoyed my breakfast.

4:07With a sigh, I went back to the basement, put on my mask and started installing the insulation. I had a portable radio playing classic rock, and I worked away, filling the space with music and the occasional muttering of frustration. By mid afternoon, I finished the insulation and went upstairs to make sandwich. While I ate my turkey sandwich, I glanced out at the gloomy, rainy November day. It took me back to another rainy November day from last year. I remembered standing soaked outside my in-laws house after arriving in Chicago on Thanksgiving morning. It was a surprise, visit since I didn't get an invitation from my wife, kids, or in laws. When the door opened, I noticed a shot look on my brother-in-laws face. Before he could make up an excuse, I stepped past him and into the lively atmosphere inside the house. My arrival instantly quited the cheerful gathering. My 14-year-old son, Brian, looked down at the floor. My 17-year-old daughter, Susan, quickly left the room. My wife, Denise, hurried away from a man sitting close to her. Even though she's seen flustered, she introduced me to Paul Starling. The man stood up and offered his hand for a shake, but I just stared at him until he slowly

5:09put his hand down. At that moment, my mother-in-law rushed in to make sure nothing upset anyone. I realized I was leaving what marks on her carpet from the rain dripping off my coat. What mark we didn't expect you? When did you get here? I heard her say, sounding quite surprised. I didn't answer as I tried to catch my wife's eye, but she seemed very interested in something on her mother's wool. I went back to the front door, stepped outside, and called a taxi. Hopefully I could get a ride soon. No one from inside the house came out to ask me to stay. I took a deep breath as the tough memory faded away. I went back to the basement to start putting up the penalty. The job went fast because the sheets, while a bit heavy, covered a lot of space. I used my hammer to nail them onto the walls. Luckily, the paneling had cutouts for electrical outlets and vents, and they all fit perfectly. I turned on the heater, but I soon got too warm, so I didn't need it much. I was glad I had planned well. I only had a few boards and sheets left, which I took to the garage to store until I could put them in the workshop. I installed the electrical outlets and finished the wiring for each one.

6:09Using the standard color code helped me avoid any mistakes. I connected everything to the circuit breaker and checked that there was power to each new outlet and good airflow. In the grand scheme, it wasn't a huge task, but I still put on the covers for the outlets and ducts. Then I cleaned the floor several times with the vacuum to prepare it for the glue I would use in the morning. But now I had a shower calling my name. The hot water eased my tired muscles, and I enjoyed the warm steam. It was a pleasant change from the freezing cold I felt when I returned to a rare airport last Thanksgiving. I felt a sense of learning and nostalgia while trying to find my way back home, no matter how much it cost. I knew my marriage was over. I just didn't know how to face it. After drying off, I decided to go to bed. Tomorrow promised to be another long day, hopefully one fell with good things. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep. On Sunday morning, I woke up to the sound of thunder and rain outside. I put on my jeans, work boots, and the t-shirt, then headed downstairs. I hope we wouldn't lose power during the storm. I turned the radio to a sports station to listen to the game. I started to spread adhesive on the basement floor and made sure it was even across the

7:12whole area. I had thought about making a custom wooden floor, but I decided to use the ready-made tiles instead to save money. After a rating for the adhesive to set just right, I went back upstairs to think about my next big project to Sunday and stay in the floors quickly and well. I made a list of the tools I would need to rent. The most important were floor sander and a buffer. I already had the smaller tools like sanders, pie bars, and brushes in my workshop. I needed to be very careful not to damage the old baseboards and moldings. I would also have to label each piece so I could put them back in the right rooms. I wandered into the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee. I looked around at the kitchen a month ago. The bright lights brightened the whole space, and the new appliance is shone. I sat in the breakfast and connected to the fruit preparation island I had built. The colorful tiles added a nice touch. All that was left was to take down a small wall to make the kitchen feel much bigger. I even added shells in a pantry, but it still felt roomy. Finally, I built a brick pizza oven that completed the look of the kitchen. The thought of pizza reminded me of how I met Denise, and I found myself reminiscing about that time.

8:14It was at a freshman mixer in a pizza place near my university. I didn't really want to go, but my roommate insisted. I was standing there sipping on a drink when I noticed a tobernet nearby. She looked athletic with long legs and a confident presence. However, she was being bothered by someone who had too much to drink. I couldn't hear what he said, but it made her very upset, and she reacted decisively. Before he could respond, I stepped in between him to protect her. He tried to get past me in his anger, but I remained in front of her. Finally, some security staff arrived and took him away. When I turned around, I found myself looking into the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen. She introduced herself as Denise, and I told her my name was Mark. We chatted for a while, and then she excused herself. I thought I would never see her again. A month later, I was walking across campus when I heard someone calling my name. It was a girl in a quirky outfit with some letters on it running towards me. Hi, do you have something I could borrow? She asked. I was surprised, and she explained that she was trying to join a sorority and needed a small

9:14item from a student to finish her last task. I simply nodded, feeling shy, and took out the one I had kept since high school. She squealed with joy, grabbed it, and doused off to her sorority house. I watched her run away, feeling a bit amaze. Another month went by as the campus prepared for homecoming. I was walking back to my dorm when a girl stepped up beside me. I tried to remember where I'd seen her before. Hi, are you ready to come to my aid for the third time? She asked. I was confused and replied, I'm sorry, what do you mean? She stopped and made me stop too. You helped me at the pizza place, and when I needed to join my sorority. Now I need your help again. I asked, how can I help you? She explained, I'm supposed to go to homecoming with a guy from another group, but I don't want to go with him. The only way out is to have a date with someone else. I joked, well that's great for myself, esteem. How could I say no to such a wonderful proposal? I think she missed my sarcasm. She told me where to meet her in Whitton. I walked away puzzled and told my roommate about the strange conversation. He encouraged me to go in the date since I would probably just end up studying our

10:17loan. He even suggested I might enjoy myself. But the evening turned out differently than expected. I spent the whole day getting to know it Denise while we talked and enjoyed each other's company ignoring the football game. After the game, we decided to go to a cozy coffee shop to keep chatting. We talked so much that we didn't notice the robot clothes. As we walked back to her place, I found myself hesitating, wondering if I should take us to closer to her. Denise made a choice for me when she said goodnight and walked away without any gesture for well. I took this as a sign that I didn't quite meet her expectations as I went back to my room. When I entered, my roommate was not there. I'd gotten used to him being gone until Sunday night. I lay down on my bed and fell asleep, thinking about those green eyes. The whole next month I tried to call Denise, but I was always told she was unavailable. I heard that she had started dating someone else. I felt sad knowing I missed my chance before I even got started. The love clap of thunder pulled me from my did dream about the niece. I returned to the basement, laying down tiles with a tongue and groove design. I half-listened to the game and took breaks to grab more tiles.

11:19When I finished the floor, I stood back and admired how the tiles looked with the paneling. Not wanting to stop by nailed on the baseboards, and just like that, it was complete. Now all I needed to do was install the lights in the crown molder, then I could think about decorating the basement. But that could wait. For now, I would celebrate. The work week would begin in the morning, and I would focus solely on making money during those ires. In the evenings, I could tackle a few small tasks around house that went worth spending a whole weekend on, and then Friday would come around again, and I'd stay busy working on the house. At Friday, I drove to Home Depot and rented a floor sander and buffer in my work truck. I also bought enough sandpaper pads to prepare both foes of my house. Throughout the week, I'd carefully remove the molding and baseboards from all the rooms. I had taken care to sand each piece, so all I had left was to sand down the areas with the sander. Since the baseboards would cover the spots near the walls, I didn't need to sand all the way to them. My phone ran, and I saw it was yet another call from Denise's office. During the past week, I'd gotten so many calls from her that I finally added her number

12:21to my speed dial. That reminded me of a phone call from a long time ago. I was studying when the dorm phone ran. I thought it might be for my roommate since he usually got the calls, but he had already left. I answered the phone, ready to take a message. Where are you? The voice called urgently. I was surprised and asked, who is this? This is Denise. Now tell me where you are. I felt a bit frustrated and replied, you called me. Where do you think I am? Just get over here right now, she insisted. I thought about not going, but the chance to see her was too tempting, so I went her sorority house. I told them my name and waited. Soon I spotted Denise in the hallway, seeming to argue with the guy. She was animated, pointing at me, and the guy looked annoyed. She rushed outside and said, we need to go and pulled me along. After a short walk, I paused and asked, can you tell me what's going on? She looked upset and replied, that guy from the fraternity was bothering me again. How's up my problem? I responded. I needed help, she shouted.

13:22Why didn't you call your boyfriend? I turned to leave. I ended up back the coffee house where we had our homecoming date. She joined me and we talked and soon I was upset anymore. Then she mentioned, she wanted to see me but with one condition. I'm interested in you, but I don't want to be committed to just one person. I want to date you and others and if it's meant to be, we'll know. Can you handle that? I wasn't excited about sharing her with anyone. Then she leaned closer and I realized I was definitely drawn to her. Some begins I enjoyed spending time with her, while on others I remained in my room, feeling envious of her time with someone else. Over the months we grew closer and I found myself even more attracted to her. No matter how much I tried to discuss our situation, she continued to see others. This complicated routine persisted for two years until one day she came to me and pregnant. I couldn't believe it. She looked at me and said it was my child and I understood what she wanted me to consider. Inside I felt panic. I had a year left to finish my business degree and then I plan to pursue my MBA and earn a good salary. I wanted to be ready to propose to Denise but this felt too soon.

14:24Denise planned to finish her degree in history and apply to law school which would take her three more years. Suddenly everything needed to change. We talked and decided on a plan. We would have a small wedding and I would work to support her in school. When she had a job she would help me while I finished my MBA. We thought it would lead to her happy life together. But then things took a turn for the worse. I met a mother who was very upset with me. From the start she blamed me for complicating Denise's life and continued to express her discontent from then on. My grandmother who raised me had some concerns about my marriage. She wanted to ensure her house which I would inherit was protected through a prenuptial agreement. Denise was initially troubled by this but my grandmother stood firm and eventually Denise agreed to it. We had a small wedding and started living together. The last year of school was hard for us. Denise was expecting a baby and I was working various jobs to support us. I mowed lawns, did small repairs and took on any work I could find anything to bring in money. Despite the challenges we both graduated.

15:25Denise gave birth to our daughter, Susan and she was accepted into law school. Her mother felt the house with pictures of graduation and our baby but I wasn't in any of those photos. I got an internship at a stock brokerage. I did all the tough jobs that no one else wanted to do. I made cold calls and ran errands but I didn't give up. Eventually I earned my broker's license and started trading stocks with help from a senior broker. As I learned more, my pay increased but Denise seemed to find new ways to spend all my earnings. Then in her last year of law school Denise announced she was expecting again. Eight months later our son Brian arrived. And now I was taken care of a newborn and a three year old while Denise focused on her finals and studying for the bar exam. There were many times I bit my tongue when Denise or her mother complained. I wanted Denise to achieve her dreams so I tried my best to support her while she studied. Sometimes I would join her and her study group for a short while when they would have to have fun. I always laughed early to care for the kids wanting Denise to have some time for herself. However some of her male study partners would make light-outed remarks in front of her

16:27and it got under my skin. I felt frustrated and wanted to address their comments but I knew it would only make things harder for Denise. So I kept my feelings to myself and brushed off their remarks. Finally the finals were over and Denise ranked third in her class. I felt so proud as she walked across the stage of graduation while I held our children. She was radiant and introduced me to many of her classmates. Afterwards she went to a graduation party and didn't return home until 10 the next morning saying she had stayed at a friend's house. I told her she should have called me to pick her up. This led to a heated discussion which have set our children and made them cry. That meant I spent a few hours calming our kids down. After a while I decided to let the ghosts since things were already a bit rough and I didn't want to upset them again. If I thought law school was tough studying for the bar exam was even more challenging. Denise and her study group focused on the law all day and night for four months to prepare for the three day tests. I tried to help however I could, giving her foot massages and making late night ice cream runs. Denise did great and earned the top score on the bar exam.

17:28Denise quickly got a well paid job in Dallas so we moved there and I thought about starting my MBA at SMU but I was told I'd have to wait. Denise argued that we should save as much money as we could while she worked hard at her job. She promised that once she was settled she would support me in getting my MBA. She convinced me that having two incomes was important for building our savings. I found a job at a brokerage firm in Dallas and started working there. Soon I learned that Denise believed what was hers was hers and what was mine was open for discussion. I took care of paying the rent, archives, household bills, student loans and all the other expenses. Denise only focused on her own needs and whenever I tried to include her salary in our budget she would get very upset. I never really found out what she did with her money. We spent ten years in Dallas before Denise was transferred to Atlanta for work. I suggested we fix up my grandmother's house where I inherited after she passed away. Denise expressed reluctance about the idea, saying the old house looked too spooky. I told her we could easily make the situation better for the amount of money she wanted to spend. I think she was still upset about my grandmother requesting a prenuptial agreement.

18:30Instead Denise found a very expensive house with a strict homeowners association. I asked her to reconsider but she had made up her mind. So I found myself signing papers to buy a house I didn't like in a neighborhood I didn't enjoy while paying fees to a country club I wasn't interested in. Once again I switched jobs at brokerage firm where I was the lowest-ranked employee. I struggled to cover our monthly bills. The tension between us grew as Denise began to express her dissatisfaction in front of the children. The breaking point came when our house started needing repairs and the homeowners association insisted that I pay for necessary fixes that I couldn't afford. I dreaded discussing it with Denise, feeling that I was nearing my limit. My lost job review said I had reached my limit in terms of earning. I felt stuck in my job with no way to move up. I sat down with Denise and tried once again to explain our difficult situation. I showed her my job review even though it embarrass me. She scoffed, saying her mother had been right about me all along. I felt defeated as she got up and walked away. The next day she had a solution. Her company needed someone to go to their Chicago office and manage it for a while.

19:32The word around town was the person who took this job would likely be seen as a top choice for the next partner in the law firm. She and the kids would stay with her mom while I worked on gaining my footing. Maybe I could finally do something right if I had head start. I tried to hold back my frustration. I was sad to see that the kids didn't seem too upset about being away from me. They were mostly excited about moving to Chicago and enjoying time with their grandmother. For me, saying goodbye at the airport was heartbreaking, but the three of them were eager to go. When I got back home, I cried. The next day, I made an appointment with the neighborhood board to talk about how to fix our house. They rejected my plans and set strict requirements that I had to meet. I knew I would have to make sacrifices to get everything sorted. Even with my family gone for a while, I was still struggling to keep my finances afloat. I took on simple jobs first, and then worked on the tougher ones. It felt like every time I finished a job, two more would pop up, and I began to resent the house I lived in. I could only reach my family on the phone occasionally, and when I did, they ended to call quickly. I started drinking more than I should.

20:33That wasn't looked upon favorably at work, but by then, I didn't care. Months passed, and soon the winter holidays came. I called Denise to ask her to come home so we could be together again as a family. She said I couldn't happen because of her work. I suggested I could come to Chicago, but she told me my focus should be on fixing the house, not spending money on a trip. Besides, her family would be away for Thanksgiving, so coming up didn't make sense. She then handed the phone to Susan, who excitedly told me that the family was gathering at her grandmothers. Then Brian got on the line and shared that his uncle was taking him to a bear's game on Thanksgiving. Something felt off, and I had enough of the situation. I decided I would go to Chicago. I discovered answers to questions I never thought to ask, like how easily it could be replaced. The hardest truth came when Susan turned 18. I had tried many times to reach out to her and Brian after my trip to Chicago, leaving many messages asking them to call me back. They never did. Two weeks after Susan's birthday, I received a large envelope in the mail. It was from Susan, who had filed in Cook County to change her name from Susan Ann Mallon to Susan Ann Staling.

21:36She wanted to take the name of her biological father, Paul L. Staling. Inside were letters from both Susan and Paul indicating they had a meaningful relationship during college and law school, which led to their daughter. This was supported by DNA results from three trusted labs. There was also a copy of the judge's order approved in the name change. At that moment, I realized that when Brian turned 18, I might get a similar surprise. Then I received a call from Denise. She asked if I had gotten a package in the mail, and I told her that I had. She explained that the package was supposed to go to her mother, but a secretary had made a mistake and sent it to me instead. She assured me the secretary had been let go for the error. No, Denise, and the one who has made mistakes. The truth is I've been making them for more than 20 years. After hanging up, I soon received divorce papers. Even though she had the better job, she insisted that I should not get a fair share of Apple Onnings. What was hers was hers, and what was mine was mine except for our house, which she never contributed to. She expected to cut half of that valley when it was sold. In other words, I would lose $400,000.

22:38I wondered how she felt when she got back the strict property settlement career meant signed by me without any objections. I took some time to focus on my work and realized that I had been on autopilot. The floors were sanded and buffed, all set for staining and vanishing. I was proud of what I had accomplished, and by tomorrow I would finish the stain job. Made week, I would start applying several coats of vanishing to protect the stain. As I am most myself in my work, the routine provided a welcome distraction. Each stroke of the brush reminded me of the changes ahead, and I found solace in the rhythm of my tasks. The day felt productive, and I looked forward to the completion of this chapter. The stain I chose would look nice against the different pastel colors I painted the runes. I opened my first drink of the day and walked around the rooms, noticing little things that still needed fixing, but they were all simple tasks. What I really needed was a bigger project to keep me busy, so I kept looking for options. I found myself on the master bedroom balcony looking out at the big backyard. Suddenly an idea struck me. A large swimming pool with a hot tub, maybe even a pool has. I smiled at the photo of the research I would have to do and the permits I would need to apply for.

23:42I hoped the backyard project would take all summer. I imagined different shapes and sizes of pools and guessed how much everything would cost. Suddenly I heard a loud engine and voices raised an excitement. Since I couldn't see what was happening from the back, I went to a bedroom that faced the street. Looking out, I saw a big U-hole truck with a trailer trying to back into the driveway next door. The driver was struggling and had gotten the trailer stuck in the muddy yard, making the wheels spin without moving forward. I quickly went outside and knocked on the driver's windows, surprising her. She turned to look at me appearing both flustered and beautiful. Even with her two small kids in the passenger seat making noise, I could see she had tears in her eyes. I asked if she needed help and her expression shifted to relief as she nodded, wiping her eyes. I opened the door and handed her my umbrella. She hurried to unbuckle the children and took them under the porch to stay dry. I got into the driver's seat, straightened the wheels and shifted it into low gear. I pressed the gas gently so the rear wheels wouldn't spend too much and slowly moved forward to get it out of the muddy spot. This meant driving over some of her front yard, but it was the easiest way.

24:45Soon I had the truck and trailer back on the street ready for another try. Not everyone knows how to drive with a trailer, but the trick is to steer in the opposite direction you usually would. Gradually I guided the trailer up the driveway until everything was parked safely. I turned off the truck and dashed to the porch to escape the rain. The kids cheered and I saw the blonde girls mowing now instead of crying. I realized I like seeing her happy. Here are the keys I said handing them to her. Thank you for helping us. I didn't know what I would do. She had the sweetest southern accent. I'm happy to help a neighbor. I'm Mark Mallen. I'm guessing you're my new neighbors. Oh, I'm so sorry for not introducing myself. I'm Jeannie Harris and these two little tornadoes okay in Billy. Her words made the kids protest lovely as they ran to cling to her, wanting her to stop calling them that. I smiled at the fun, now that the tough time had passed and everyone could feel relaxed. I said to her, I hope you have helped unload because I can see that the truck and trailer are really heavy. She looked a bit down and replied, no, I had helped loving, but it will just be a sudden unloading.

25:46Let me help you. If it gets too challenging, I can call some friends I offered. She expressed her gratitude multiple times. I suggested I would unload as much as I could by myself first and then we would figure out the rest. The three of them went inside their house. Immediately, I heard voices of frustration from the house. I walked into the dimly lit room. Jeannie appeared word and mentioned that the power was supposed to be on. I told her to wait and went outside to call a friend who worked for the power company. I provided him with the address and he said he remembered coming to install the meat of but left when no one was home. He was scheduled to come back on Monday afternoon. Well, they are here now and it's a lady with two small kids. You owe me a favor, so come over and turn on the power, I said. He agreed and I went back to Jeannie to tell her the power would be on soon. She thanked me again and the kids cheered happily. I then unlocked the trailer and started moving boxes into the front room which was dimly lit by the cloudy day outside. Jeannie helped carry the smaller boxes inside while the two kids watched from the porch. They were so cute, playfully debating who would sleep in their room first.

26:48Jeannie smiled knowingly as she saw me watching them. I reminded her to leave the heavy boxes to me as I took one from her and brought it inside. Just as we finished unloading the trailer, my friend John pulled up in his work truck. A few minutes later, the lights came on in the house. The kids were excited and began exploring different rooms. John went back to his truck to get the papers for Jeannie to sign. So, Mark, did you get everything unloaded? He asked. No, John, we're still working on the trailer and haven't started on the truck yet, I replied. Without saying much else, John walked over to the trailer, picked up a box, and took it inside. That gave me an idea. I told Jeannie and John to take a break while I made some calls. We sat together, getting to know each other, and Jeannie shared that she was an elementary school teacher. Before I could ask her how she afforded a house in the neighborhood more friends arrived. Friends with their families came, bringing pieces, drinks for the adults, and so does for the kids. But most importantly, they brought lots of help. We all jumped into action as we unloaded the truck together. My friends' wives were shown around the house while a bunch of kids ran around,

27:51playing and enjoying each other's company. We talked a lot about how to arrange everything, sharing ideas, and laughter as we worked together. We opened boxes and took things to their right places. Furniture was brought in, and bedroom sets were put together. Soon the living room was ready, marking the end of unpacking. Then it was time to relax and enjoy the company of friends. I was impressed by how easily Jeannie managed to host a gathering for people she had just met. It seemed her friendly nature attracted everyone, as phone numbers were exchanged in plans when made among the women. John leaned in closer and nudged me with his beer bottle, whispering, you know, all these ladders of one thing in common, you get ready to hear about it. I laughed and shared my idea for a swimming pool. As we tossed around ideas, more of the guys joined in. So there we were, the guys discussing plans while Jeannie chatted with the ladies, and occasionally we exchanged knowing smiles. Gradually the party came to an end, and our guests left. I helped carry the sleepy kids upstairs to their beds, and Jeannie tucked them in and wished them good night. In silence, we made our way downstairs and outside to sit on the front steps.

28:52I offered her a beer, but she declined, so I opened one for myself and took a refreshing drink. We enjoyed a peaceful moment together. Mark, you are amazing. Thank you so much for everything, Jeannie said, smiling. Really, Jeannie, I'm just being a good neighbor. No need to thank me. Not true, she replied firmly. If you hadn't helped, I'd still be stuck outside with two upset kids and no power in the house. I really appreciate it. I chuckled and said, just wait until you know me better, and I took another sip. By the way, what will you do about the truck? Her face showed concern as she shared a tough experience of driving the truck across the country. She talked about the frustrated drivers who honked at her when she had to stop for gas or fruit, and how her lack of experience caused some traffic jams. It was stressful for her, and she just wanted to find a solution. And now, I have to return the truck all that way she exclaimed, revealing that the rental place wanted it back at their location. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Jeannie, I'll handle returning the truck for you. She looks surprised and said, Mark, I can't let you do that.

29:54Jeannie, you shouldn't put your kids through another long trip like that. I can take care of it. Don't worry about the truck. I'm not going to take it, and you know where I live. She kept talking for a while, but finally I persuaded her to give me all the rental papers. She asked when I would start my trip. I told her I would leave around 9 in the morning. She suggested we should call it a night since it was getting late. As we stood up, she unexpectedly hugged me and offered a warm gesture farewell. Before I could respond, she had gone inside. I felt happy as I walked home. The next morning, I knocked on Jeannie's door. When she opened it, her kids rushed in, hugging my legs and calling me Mr. Mark. I laughed and picked them up, carrying them inside. Jeannie handed me the keys in an envelope filled with money for gas and a bus ticket for my return. Mark, please be careful. She said as I started the truck and backed it down the drive. When will you be back? She asked. I smiled and replied, sooner than you think. I drove toward the interstate, but stopped at a local you whole store before I got in the ramp. I walked in and saw the person I needed to speak to.

30:56I, Mark, what's up? Perry, the store manager, said as he shook my hand. Hi, Perry, I'm returning a truck for a friend. I handed him the paperwork and he looked it over. Mark, this is it was supposed to be a round trip rental. The truck and trailer are due back there. Well, Perry, plans have changed. I need to make it a one way rental and I'll pay any extra fee. Okay, let me check with the other store. While I waited, I noticed Perry getting into heated conversation on the phone. Finally, he shouted that he would accept the delivery and hung up the phone. He walked over to me, looking serious. Not a word from you, Mark. I just smiled and handed him the keys as he checked the truck. I gave him a credit card to cover the difference in rental costs. He handed me a receipt and despite his warning, I thanked him. Then I went outside to call a taxi. 30 minutes later, I arrived home. As luck would have it, Kay and Billy were playing outside and when they saw me, the yelled, Mr. Mark. Genie appeared looking pleasantly surprised to see me. What happened?

31:57Please don't tell me you had an accident. I laughed and told her I was back from dropping off the truck and trailer at the local U-hole store. She frowned. But back home, they told me when I rented the truck I had to return it. They wouldn't let me keep it otherwise. Genie, when I talked to the local U-hole manager, he called them and explained my situation. They agreed he could accept the truck back. Okay, it wasn't completely true, but it solved the problem. In any case, Genie smiled as I handed her the receipt that showed the job was done. Looks like you're having fun, I say, noticing the soiled clothes she wore. She admitted she didn't realize how complicated the house repairs would be. I told her if it got too tough, she could come ask for my assistance. Then, I returned the envelope of cash she had given me earlier and walked back to my home. Even though half the morning was gone, I managed to finish applying the stain to the entire second floor and started on the first floor. The work felt good, but I couldn't help thinking about the friendly blonde next door. I found myself humming as I worked, something I hadn't done in a long time. A knock on the door interrupted my humming and when I opened it, I saw a concern Genie.

32:59I have a plumbing problem. There's water leaking under my toilet. Can you help? Let me grab some tools and I'll be right over, Genie. I quickly gathered the tools I might need in my next door. Kay and Billy greeted me at the door cheering for Mr. Mark. They led me upstairs to the master bedroom where Genie was in the bathroom, trying to clean up the spilled water with a towel. I sat my tools down, knelt, and turned off the water at the valve. After flushing the toilet to empty the tank and bowl, more water spilled. I told Genie I would take it from here. She stepped aside and tried to discreetly move some items without attracting my attention. I acted like I didn't see. With the right moves, I disconnected the tank from the water lane and removed it. As I suspected, the wax ring needed replacing. I took off the old ring and put on a spare one-eyed from my own home repairs. I explained everything to Genie as I worked. I corked around the base of the toilet and carefully set it back in place. Now, can you please sit on the toilet lid for a moment? I asked Genie, ready to finish the job. She giggled when I joked that her wafed would help the wax ring seal tightly.

34:02As I worked on tightening the bolts, I got a silly idea but quickly shook it off. After I was sure the ring was secure, I had to stay put even though it felt a bit unusual for me. Eventually, I suggested she get up so I could attach the tank again. Once it was bolted in place, I turned the water back on and did a test flush. This time, everything worked perfectly and Genie cheered in delight. Next, I added some calk around the bottom of the toilet bowl. After that, it was just a matter of cleaning up. She moved toward me for a friendly embrace, but I pointed to my wet clothes. Let me wash them, she exclaimed. I reminded her that I would end up chilly running around without any clothes and she smelt galley. She then offered to treat me to dinner, but mentioned that without her car, she hadn't been able to buy groceries. She and the kids were managing on take-up. I suggested I could head home freshen up and take them out for dinner. She worried there might be too much of a burden, but I reassured her that it was no trouble and said I would pick them up at six. At six, I arrived at the garage and the kids came out excitedly. Genie was surprised to see that I had bought two booster seats for Kay and Billy.

35:05After getting the kid's settle, I took them to a nice Italian restaurant. I enjoyed getting to know my new neighbours while Kay and Billy shared little stories about themselves. Genie smiled as her children charmed me. A couple of times, they shared details that made her smile and look a bit bashful and she quickly tried to change the topic. After dinner, we went for ice cream at a place with a play area for kids. Watching them play with others, I saw the pure joy in Genie's face as she observed her children. It was a beautiful sight when that many art was tried to capture. She caught me looking and turned her attention back to me. So you like me, Genie Harris, I teased. She smiled chilely and replied, oh, I wanted to disappear when Kay said that. From there, our conversation flowed into different topics, including why she didn't have a car. She explained that her brother, who was an engineer, would soon be coming home from overseas and would drive a car back. Starting tomorrow, they planned to rent a car. Though be silly, just use mine, I said. I hardly drive it since I mostly use my truck. After some back and forth, I managed to persuade her that borrowing my car was the easiest

36:06and most affordable way to solve her problem. On the way home, the kids quickly fell asleep tired from their adventures. I showed Genie the car's controls and features as she listened quietly. When we parked at her house, I picked up Kay while Genie unlocked the door. I placed her on the bed and Genie tucked her in. Next, I went to get Billy and Genie was waiting as I put him to bed. She cared for him gently and I felt a twinge of nostalgia for those cherished family moments. Genie looked at me with concern, sensing my feelings. I tried to assure her I was fine, but I think she could tell otherwise. As I handed her my car keys, she softly touched my cheek and gave me a gentle good night gesture. I felt like I floated all the way home. On Monday, I returned to work, but I couldn't focus because I kept thinking about Genie. I turned off my computer and started doing some small tasks around the house, including finishing the staining of the first floor. It turned out to be a productive day as I made progress on my home projects. I was not quite at the finish line yet, but I was getting close. I heard voices calling from Mr. Mark just before there was a knock on the door.

37:07I smiled as I opened it. Mr. Mark, come eat with us. The kids said excitedly as Genie invited me to enjoy the first home mid meal. I asked for 15 minutes to freshen up and she said they would be waiting. When I arrived, the dining room table was full with fried chicken, potatoes, biscuits, and gravy, corn, and buck eyed peas. The warm smell of apple pie was also in the air. Both kids wanted to sit next to me, so Genie suggested I sit at the head of the table. The kids settled on either side of me while Genie sat across from me. After the kids said grace, we all dug into the meal. I enjoyed all the delicious food, and when a slice of apple pie appeared in front of me, I savored every bite. After eating, I found myself playing a variety of games with the kids for the rest of the evening. At 9pm, the children headed off to bed with Genie following. Half-web starrers, she invited me to join her. I went up and read a bedtime story to Billy while Genie read to care. Once they were asleep, we quietly made our way back downstairs where Genie started brewing a pot of coffee. As we finished making dinner, we tidied up the kitchen, putting everything back in

38:07place. She filled a big ceramic mug with coffee for me and asked how I liked it. When I said black, she scrunched up her nose and added cream to her own, a playful expression that brought a smile to my face. After handing me the mug, we stepped up side to sit on the porch swing. The November night was surprisingly nice as we enjoyed our warm coffee. We started talking about our friends Kay and Billy, and soon I found myself sharing stories about Susan and Brian. Before long, I shared how my family life had turned into a difficult situation. Genie listened closely, her eyes filled with understanding. She rested her head on my shoulder, and it felt comforting to have someone who empathized with what I had been facing. In a soft voice, she told me why she had traveled across a country with her children. She had a wonderful childhood. She was the homecoming queen and married her high school sweetheart. They went to college, earned their degrees, and started a family. But some were along the way things changed. They began to argue more, mainly about his attention towards other women. What started as floating grew into serious problems, leading to tense discussions. Thankfully, their kids were too young to grasp what was happening. The word divorce started

39:10to show up more in their conversations. Then one night, she received a call from the police. A young woman had died in a car accident, and her husband was found with her. It turned out they had known each other at the time of the crash. From that moment on, Genie faced a tough time. Her in-laws and the family of the woman who died blamed her, and she began to internalise those feelings of guilt. This state of her husband moved slowly through the legal system, with her in-laws trying to claim what they could. Eventually, the family of the deceased woman filed a lawsuit, and Genie had to defend herself. After navigating these challenges, she decided to make a fresh start. She researched many places to live and ended up in my neighborhood. She used all her savings to buy her house and was relying on a job in the school district that she hoped would begin soon. However, she found herself needing to dip into her savings for repairs around the house. Despite the struggles, she still felt good about her decision to move here. As we sat quietly in the swing, I decided to offer my help. I told her I wanted to take a look at her investment account. I was sure I could help her get her finances back on track. She stood up

40:12and went inside the house. A few minutes later, she came back with some paperwork. I took the papers and said I would look at them overnight. She asked me to keep them and return them the next evening when we had dinner together. After that, she gave me a warm smile as we said goodnight. Once I got home, I started looking over her hedge front account, and I quickly noticed all then that things the manager had done to make extra money for himself. Not only was he dishonest, but he also wasn't very good at picking stocks. I was confident I could make a 30% improvement in her account in the first year. I marked some important points to discuss with Genie the next day and went to bed still thinking about her warmth. At dinner time, I was at Genie's house again for another delightful meal followed by games with the kids and bedtime stories. This time, I read to Kay until she fell asleep, tucked her in and wished her goodnight. The night was colder, so being outside wasn't an option, and I needed a table to lay out my analysis and plans for Genie. I had everything organized when she came downstairs and made another pot of coffee. She asked me what I discovered. I told her that she wasn't being treated fairly and that I could

41:13assist her. As I started to explain, she walked into the living room. I asked her if something was wrong. She assured me that everything was fine and that she trusted me, so there was no need for me to explain everything. Instead, she wanted me to come into the living room and unwind. I followed her in, and we talked late into the night as the fire in the fireplace faded. I realized that even though there was an age difference, I felt more at ease with Genie in a short time I had known her than I ever did with Denise as we said goodnight. I left with her signed permission for me to manage her stock account and an open invitation for dinner. As soon as I woke up, I got to work on Genie's financial situation. I called her former broker to let him know he was being replaced and that I would be taking over. He started to argue until I suggested I might call the SEC. Those words changed his attitude quickly. He agreed to refund Genie every fee he had charged, which added up to $5,000. Within minutes, I received confirmation of the change in her account. Not bad for just 10 minutes of work. Next, I started to adjust her portfolio, selling off some pro-performing stocks and reinvesting in more reliable companies.

42:15The rest I put into high-risk stocks that needed regular attention, but if managed well, would provide great returns. Even better, I wouldn't charge her a broker fee for any of the transactions. By the end of the trading day, I was pleased with what I had accomplished. Feeling good, I walked next door for dinner with a happy heart. When I started to bring up the topic with Genie, she stopped me and said she trusted me so I didn't need to check him with her every day. So I continued managing her account and we spent time together every evening. Weekends were now focused on spending time with her and the kids, showing them around the city. I also began helping Genie with her house. Her place needed a lot of work, just like mine had. My skills were useful as we discussed problems, I suggested different options, and Genie would make the final decisions. Genie also guided the development of our relationship. Our goodnight kiss soon led to more meaningful moments once the kids were asleep. She had her boundaries, though, as she felt uneasy with anything more while the kids were upstairs. Even so, just being close to her was enough for me. Not long after, Genie's brother Ray

43:16and his family arrived with her car. We had a barbecue and Ray and I got to know each other. I could tell Genie would ask him for his opinion of me and I wanted it to be genuine, so I didn't try to put on an act. Ray, I'll be honest with you, I can't deeply for Genie, and I want to marry her when she's ready. She means the world to me and I value every moment I get to spend with her. I know you don't know me well yet but give me time and I'll show you how much she means to me. Mark, I can see that you've been there for Genie and the kids since the day you met. She cares a lot for you and I think you two are good together. But know this. If you ever hurt her like her ex did, you and I will have some problems to sort out. With that, we clinked our beer bottles and brought the steaks inside. After dinner, Billy and Kay took the cousins upstairs while Genie and I continued chatting with Ray and his wife. Our conversation eventually drifted to funny memories from Ray and Genie's childhood. Genie protested playfully as Ray shared stories throughout the evening. Finally, Ray looked at his wife and said, let's get the kids to bed and turn in for the night. With that, we all said our good nights. Genie and I held hands as we walked back to my house. Once we were alone, the mood was calm

44:22and peaceful. We shared quiet moments together, appreciating each other's presence. The night passed in soothing closeness, a connection that didn't need words. Genie's hands gently brushed through my hair, encouraging me as I stayed close. While I wanted to remain in that moment, I was eager to continue. I shared quiet kiss with her, taking a moment to simply appreciate being close. I lowered myself in front of her, resting my forehead against her hand, letting the silence between a say more than wasku. I brushed gentle kisses along her ankles and upper legs, not in haste, but with patience, wanting her to feel seen and valued rather than rushed. She shivered softly and I smiled at the reaction, treasing my hands lightly along her sides. Her breathing changed so at first, then deeper as she leaned into me, I paused often, letting the anticipation linger, savoring the way she responded to even the smallest touch. Mark as she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion rather than urgency. I lifted my eyes to hers, searching for reassurance, and when she nodded almost imperceptibly, I drew her closer. The closeness between us deep and naturally and forced is if we were moving in quiet agreement. I held her carefully, aware of every breath,

45:26ever shift of her hands around me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and I felt the warmth of her trust more than anything else. The moment was about intensity, it was about connection. We moved to give the slowly, guided by comfort, and mutual understanding rather than urgency. When at last we settled, she rested against me, her head on my chest, her breathing steady again. I held her there, feeling the calm that follows when two people truly feel safe with one another. The warmth between us wasn't just physical, it was the quiet assurance that we had chosen each other fully and willingly. We stayed that way for a long time, sharing soft words and gentle touches, letting the closeness linger before the night carried us into silence. I gently helped her to rest, wanting her to find comfort after such an emotional moment. As I prepared for the evening, I noticed the way she looked at me, appreciating the closeness and trust between us. She smiled her eyes bright with wonder, as we simply enjoyed the quiet, peaceful time together. I got into bed, and Jeannie moved closer, holding me with a smile on her face. You've so different from Richard she said, her eyes wide. I've never experienced anything like

46:26this before. I offered her words of reassurance, expressing that her presence meant the world to me. We stayed close, exchanging soft words, and comforting each other. Every moment together felt special, and I could sense a happiness as she leaned into me. As we held one another, the connection between us grew. Jeannie was amazed by how easily we bonded, sharing a quiet understanding that we were there for each other, no comparisons needed. We exchanged gentle gestures of affection, and the atmosphere was peaceful and warm. After some time, I could tell she felt a new sense of excitement. She mentioned how different this was from her past, and we laughed softly together, appreciating the closeness we now shared. Slowly, I leaned in, making sure she was comfortable, and we found the rhythm together. I moved gently, making sure to go at her pace. Her initial hesitation gave way to trust, and she encouraged me to continue. The quiet moments between us were filled with soft breaths and reassurances as we stayed in sync with one another. With each small movement, Jeannie responded positively, showing me that she was happy. Her expression shifted from uncertainty to joy as we continued. We stayed connected,

47:27and I moved carefully, always mindful of her comfort. As we became more attuned to each other, I could see the contentment in her eyes. She held me closer, and we maintained the slow, peaceful rhythm appreciating the moment. Time seemed to slip away as we focused on one another, completely present in our shared experience. Jeannie's soft memories of encouragement motivated me forward, and soon, her breathing quickened, signaling her excitement. Her quiet please indicated she was reaching a moment of fulfillment, and I stayed close, ensuring she felt cherished. Eventually, as the intensity built, Jeannie's joy became evident, her words a reflection of the connection we had formed. We continued, fully immersed in the closeness we shared, with every movement reinforcing our bond. I held her close as we shared a moment to profound connection. Her arms wrapped around me tightly, and I could feel the intensity of her emotions. As we stayed together, I could sense her joy and the bond between us growing stronger. Afterward, I gently shifted to make sure she was comfortable, moving her to rest on top of me so she wouldn't feel my way. We later quietly, taking in the moment, our bodies close, and the warmth between us gradually fading into a soothing

48:30calm. We exchanged soft gestures of affection as we recovered, each one a reminder of the closeness we had just shared. Time seemed to drift by as we continued to quietly explore this newfound connection, getting to know each other even better. Before long, I felt a renewed sense of admiration for her beauty and grace, and we found ourselves connecting once again. This time, Jeannie took the lead, setting her own pace as we moved in harmony. Our touches were gentle, and her joy was evident in every movement. I held her close, appreciating every moment. As we reached a quiet, peaceful conclusion, we shared soft words and smiles, enjoying the warmth of our closeness. Time felt like it had stopped, and we simply reveled in being together. Eventually, hunger got the better of us, and we laughed as we decided to head downstairs for something to eat. I pulled on my shorts and reached from a t-shirt up, but Jeannie playfully claimed it as her own, wearing it with a grin. Her light-heartedness was infectious, and we both felt relaxed as we made our way to the kitchen. As we sat at the table, I admired her playful attitude and how easily our conversation flowed. We had gone from neighbors to friends, and now to something more meaningful. Every glance at her filled me with

49:33affection, and her presence only deepened the connection we had formed. When the meal was done, I put the plates in the sink, and joked that I was still hungry. She gave me a puzzled look until I knelt in front of her with a mysterious smile. Laughing, she playfully invited me closer, and we shared another moment of connection. Our bond was filled with affection, and carers we listened to each other's needs. I paid attention to every reaction, learning what brought her joy, making mental notes for the future. When it was over, she smiled warmly, showing her appreciation. I wrapped my arms around her and carried her back upstairs. As I placed her gently on the bed, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this amazing woman and the relationship we had built together. In that moment, I knew I would do anything for her. I would protect her with almost strength and nothing would come between us. I understood that Denise and Genie were very different. My time of sadness and working without rest was over. Now, it was time to start living again. I held Genie close, and she wrapped my around her to feel safe in the night. The warmth between us brought comfort, and we both sensed a pleasant morning awaiting us. I wished her good night, and soon we both fell asleep.

50:36Months later, one afternoon, the doorbell rang. To my surprise, Denise stood there with her partner, Paul, along with Susan and Brian. I guess I should have expected this since I heard they were back in town. Denise said she had something important to discuss and ask if we could talk. I closed the door behind me and waited. I think my letting them stand outside made them uncomfortable. I waited for someone to say something because I had nothing to share. Denise recovered from the awkwardness and began to speak. She admitted she had handled everything poorly and wanted to make things right. She revealed that Paul was a fraternity guy, her sorority had set her up with years ago. Though we never met, we had been rivals. Denise continued seeing him, and there was a possibility that either of us could have been the father. She had chosen to be with me and wanted to build a life together. Then, while in law school, she was surprised to find that Paul was in her class. He kept trying to win her back, and eventually she gave into his charm. After she graduated and we moved to Dallas, she thought her past with him was over. But when we moved to Atlanta and Denise transferred to Chicago, she discovered Paul working at another firm again.

51:38Their past crossed once more, and it rekindled something between them. Following Paul's suggestion, she had the children tested, and it turned out they were his. I could understand why the children would want to connect with their biological father. I kept calm and held back my frustration as Denise continued. Since I was struggling in my career, she felt it was best for the family to separate and ensure the well-being of the children. That's why she wanted half of the money from our house, even though I paid all the bills. Now, for the main point, the family was planning to move back to Atlanta because she expected to be promoted at work. News of my grandmother's neighbourhood improving had reached as far as Chicago. Everyone was trying to buy and fix up the old mansions to their original beauty. Denise knew I was out of work after the divorce and couldn't give my grandmother's house the care it needed. She suggested that she would sign a main house over to me and pay off the mortgage. Plus, she had a check for $100,000. All I had to do was sign over the deed to my grandmother's house, and then we would be even. I looked at her, she held up the check, and slowly her arm lowered as I stayed quiet. I gently invited them all inside

52:39and thought I could see hints of smiles of success on their faces. As they came in, I was happy to hear the surprise gasps at the foyer, brightened by the large crystal chandelier. I started to share the work I had done to bring the engines back to life. From there, I showed them the drawing room, where the beautiful details matched the nice furniture. I kept telling them about my work in each room as they looked and wonder at the changes in my home. The conservatory made Susan Gasp when she saw the grand piano. She had always loved music, and when she was a child, I could only afford to give her an electric keyboard. She gently touched the piano as we moved on to the next room. Next, we went upstairs to the big, cozy bedrooms, and ended up in the massive bedroom, filled with warm sunlight. The master bathroom had a shower with many heads and a large, nearly finished coffee tub. I took them out to the balcony, which overlooked the big pool, complete with a poolhouse and a hot tub on the patio. I continued to guide them through each room until we reached my study. I talked about the mahogany panels and how I found the right furniture to match the decor. I pointed out the valuable first edition books in the built-in shelves, and my golden retriever, butters, walked over and sat next to me on the sofa.

53:43Denise frowned that she had never liked dogs. Honestly, I didn't care what she thought anymore. Now that you've seen the house, do you really think I would want to move back into that place that brought me so much pain? Before anyone could reply, two little bundles of energy jumped into my lap. Daddy, we're back from the aquarium, Billy exclaimed. That's a aquarium K corrected him. Billy didn't miss a beat as he and K began to share their adventures at the Atlanta Aquarium. They continued talking about what this all, and then Billy said, but Daddy, our aquarium is better. K agreed that the aquarium I made for them in our basement much nicer. Denise was surprised by their sudden arrival. I didn't explain anything as Genie came in seven months pregnant. Oh honey, I didn't know you had friends over, she exclaimed. I quickly went to her side and asked how she was feeling, guiding her to a chair. She smiled widely. I stayed at their own friends and they're just leaving. I took them outside and told them not to return. As they drove away, I knew they had a lot of questions that would go unanswered, like I had moved back in with my grandmother right after returning from Chicago. When I arrived, I realized the house

54:44was still strong and I could mostly fix it myself. Eventually, this became part of my healing process. The other part of my healing happened at work. After years at Brookridge Frames, I learned many ways brokers could bypass the Frames rules. Even though I was supposed to check every deal with my boss, I had a lot of freedom to trade because I was known as a Kiffel Trader. However, after returning from Chicago, I opened an account under a fake business name and used the firm's money to start a wave of trading. At the end of the day, I had made several thousand dollars in profit and returned every dollar to the firm. I then deleted the records from the firm's system, making it look like nothing had happened. I knew this was wrong, but I felt justified by how hard I had worked for everyone over the years. I was satisfied with a quick payoff. The next day, I began trading again, making ten thousand dollars by the end of the day. This pattern continued all week as I doubled or tripled my earnings. When I approached close to two hundred thousand dollars, I decided to bet against some tech stocks that were overvalued. I tanned it perfectly, making six hundred percent profit on each one, avoiding any financial trouble.

55:46Now, I was worth more than a million. Then my boss started asking questions. The same man who had criticized me before now wanted me to hand over the account to him. I quickly transferred the funds to an offer account and told him where to go before quitting right then. Since that time, I continued to grow my wealth. That is why I didn't mind signing Denise's property agreement. In her hurry to protect her belongings, she hadn't thought to check if I had any, and they kept growing quickly until I met Jeannie and saw I had a chance to start fresh. When I married Jeannie, I finally told her about her bank account. She almost passed out when I said I had two dollars million. But she was truly surprised when I revealed that I was worth more than four hundred dollars million. I also let her know that I owned every house on our street. Her house was the only one I couldn't buy, and it turned out to be the best choice I ever made. One thing Denise would never understand is how money can bring power. Having so much worth meant I needed a lot of legal assistance, much of which I had secured from Denise's firm without her knowledge. I had already made it clear to the senior partners how unhappy I would be if Denise became a partner, especially since her future in law might be uncertain. You see, Denise and Paul went to

56:50the bank that held the mortgage on our home and signed my name on some papers for a second mortgage. They thought they could outmine me with the funds from that mortgage. Little did know that I owned the bank and would be alerted if there was any unusual activity on my account. Now, my good friend, the district attorney, whom I had supported in a lost election, was going to file charges against Denise and Paul. He also promised to help make sure they were both despised from practicing law. As I hung up the phone, I wondered if Denise would defend herself or get a public defender during her trial. She wouldn't have much left after the news about the low-income housing project next to the home and as a association came out. My company would be building their project, which would lower property values in the area. I had bought the land to help with my taxes so it all connected. As I sat with my wonderful wife, propping her feet into my lap and gently massaging them, our children watched TV with their cousins and genies old house, which she gave to her brother. I felt happy as I heard her contented sighs and received a smile from her. It was the same smile I saw when special moments were ahead. Every night with genie felt meaningful and I smiled back at her as I continued to row

57:51her feet. And that is the end. Thank you for listening and I will see you in the next one.