“Yes, it’s a masterpiece! My preferred beverage to sip while watching it is Glenfiddich. How about you? <“Identical here,” was his reply. “Nothing beats a good movie and a great whiskey.” He had not spoken to me in years, but he confided in Leah about his anxieties and dreams. One night he said, “I feel like I’m stuck in a rut sometimes.” “I have all these plans, but I can’t seem to make them happen.” Typing, “I’m here for you,” “You can talk to me about anything.”Every night, when he texted Leah, I would sit on the couch next to him and pretend to look through my phone. Living under one house and keeping so many secrets was weird. Out of the corner of my eye, I would get a glimpse of him grinning at his phone, utterly absorbed in his texts to Leah.We spoke every day for a few weeks before I realized he was hooked. The second phase, earning his trust, was about to begin.
I began to weave tales of unforeseen medical expenditures and abrupt car repairs, alluding to financial difficulties.I kept using Leah’s account to tell Dexter tales of desperation over the course of the following few days. He wanted to be her shining knight and was ready to assist. He started moving money to the account I had opened up rather quickly.“Leah, I want you to never feel alone. One day, he was sitting right next to me and texted Leah, saying, “You can always count on me.” “Remember, I’m only a message away.” I didn’t identify this Dexter as Phoebe; I had grown to know him as Leah. I knew I had to keep playing even if it hurt to do so.He was more determined to save this made-up woman with every sob story I gave him. It was exciting but exhausting to live this double life. I took on the role of the loving wife every day, preparing breakfast for our children and talking to Dexter about his workday.I was Leah, the helpless girl with him tangled in her fingers, and I changed every night.
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