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The End

Debra Nuel couldn't be sure where her husband went all day.

And at first she didn't press that hard to find out.

John would put on his faded blue surgical scrubs, kiss her goodbye and disappear in her Tesla.

She never saw him bring home a paycheck, but she was too busy running her own business to pay much attention.

John explained that as a freelance anesthesiologist he sometimes did off the book's work for patients who paid cash.

What she did know is that she'd never been happier with a man.

That on days when he wasn't away he dooted on her endlessly, running her errands the way her paid assistance usually did,

making sure her bills were paid, sitting beside her at doctor's appointments.

He's incredible. He wants to do everything for me.

Anything that needed to be done during the day, he would go get my cars washed, take the laundry in, go grocery shopping, do anything and everything for me.

And it was great coming home and having everything done.

And then he was just so we would take a walk, he would hold my hand and want to hear all about my day.

So he came off as the perfect husband.

And I enjoyed it.

One day they walked into their Balboa Island home and were startled to find a stranger in the living room.

A woman in her late 30s, early 40s, she looked homeless.

She had taken a shower and she was wearing Deborah's clothes.

She was facing the big window that looked out onto Newport Harbor, drinking a glass of oval teen.

John pushed her head onto the countertop, pulled her arms behind her and told Deborah to leave and call the police.

They arrived to take her away.

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