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My Wife Posted A Photo With Her "Work Husband." Caption: "The Only Man Who Truly Gets Me...

My Wife Posted A Photo With Her "Work Husband." Caption: "The Only Man Who Truly Gets Me... Sometimes the smallest ping can shatter years of carefully constructed normalcy. For Ian Dunlevy, it happened at exactly 2:47 PM on a Tuesday. He was debugging code, lost in lines of logic and syntax, when his phone lit up with a notification that would change everything. His wife, Celeste, had tagged him in a Facebook post. The image was unmistakable: Celeste smiling, arm draped around Adrian Hale from marketing, the two of them laughing like conspirators over a cup of coffee. The caption cut sharper than any knife: “The only man who truly gets me.” Ian didn’t stare in shock. He stared in calculation. Over the past three months, he had methodically gathered evidence of her betrayal—late-night meetings, mysterious gym sessions, texts left open on her laptop, the faint scent of unfamiliar cologne lingering on her clothes. Every event meticulously logged, chronologically ordered, backed up across three cloud accounts. Ian had turned suspicion into documentation, chaos into data. The house had already become a quiet battlefield. A moving truck was scheduled for Thursday. Boxes, labeled and sealed, filled the garage, waiting for departure. He had already mapped the logistics, minimized the drama, prepared for precision execution. Now, watching the social media engagement grow—likes, shocked comments, emojis of confusion—he typed a single, concise message in the comments: “Agreed. That’s why I’m moving out today.” Public. Permanent. Ian Dunlevy: data engineer, planner, observer, and meticulous executor. Professional to the end, he completed his code, then watched the chaos of others’ reactions unfold, knowing that while emotions might flare, his plan was flawless. This wasn’t impulsive revenge—it was controlled, calculated, and final. Every line of his life, like every line of code, followed its intended logic.