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When I found out about his true intentions, I started hiding video cameras in the strip club not far away from our house, the one he always goes to.

I saw what he was going to do to me, two years of marriage a lie. He wanted to gain my trust, my affection. He wanted me to think that he loves me just so his plan can work perfectly. But that's not the reason I killed him.

He built up this whole relationship to become a billionaire. He wanted his old money new. He wanted everything.

He wanted to sell me. My husband wanted to sell me and gain money he's never earned before - one billion dollars. Then he was going to act as if I died and marry a new woman, building up a new psychotic relationship just to sell her too. It was a cycle: sell, marry, and repeat.

So I did what I had to do and threatened to expose every single video of him and his sluts, pulling him into a small black hole of blackmail. He knew the videos would ruin his reputation and so begged me not to do it. He said he wouldn't sell me or make money off of me, that he would keep me forever. But I didn't want him. I only wanted to see his face as he begged on his knees. And it was worth it.

It was worth every single bit of my pride, my bravery. He was on his knees, begging, and he said something I would never forget.

"Haven't you done enough? You were already going to tell the police about my trades and now you try to tell the world about my infidelity?"

And I remember correcting him.

"Infidelities."

And I remember smiling, knowing that my husband was no longer the villain, but the victim.