She Took My Money, Not My Soul

After three years working my ass off on an oil rig in the North Sea, all I wanted was a cold beer and my wife, Gabrielle.

Instead, I came home early to an empty, neglected house and found her playing house with her high school sweetheart, Wesley Clark, by the duck pond.

She slapped me, right there in the park, and screamed that I had abandoned her, accusing me of cheating while I was thousands of miles away paying for her family's every need.

How could she twist the truth so profoundly, to cast me as the villain when she was the one having an affair and squandering my money?