Shaken, but not broken, I invited him to a rooftop bar. Handed him an envelope of everything I’d found. “I’m not calling the police,” I said. “But I’ve contacted the other women. We’re done being your targets.” He froze. We left him behind.
The women and I formed a support group. One started a podcast, Dating Ghosts. I told my story in Episode 10. And Calder? His wife found out. Someone tipped her off. Not sorry. Now, I’m with someone real. Steady. Honest. What I learned: Romance is easy to fake. Integrity isn’t. Trust the whisper that says, something’s not right.