“Avoid attending your spouse’s burial. Inspect your sibling’s residence…”…

Mental disorder. They’d officially declared me insane. I demanded meeting with bank manager.

Middle-aged man with tired face listened to my objections and threw up hands. Said bank must follow judicial order. That if I disagreed with decision, need to go to court.

I asked who filed petition. Manager named lawyer, Constantine Victor Moore. I didn’t know this person.

Leaving bank, I immediately called my attorney, the one who helped with exhumation attempt. But secretary said he couldn’t work with me anymore. I asked why.

Secretary evasive. Talked about workload and inability to devote enough time to my case. But I heard awkwardness in her voice.

Attorney forced to drop me. I drove home and turned on computer. Started searching info about lawyer Moore.

Turned out he worked in same law firm where Emily’s husband worked before. Connections. Connections everywhere.

Daytime, neighbor Anna called. Voice sympathetic, but I heard something else. Curiosity? Condemnation? She said people saying strange things about me.

That someone spreading rumors I was mentally ill. That allegedly I had hallucinations and thought Paul alive. Anna added they’d shown her medical documents.

Psychiatrist’s certificate that I was on record with diagnosis «Acute psychotic disorder.» I’d never been to psychiatrist. Never on any record.

But documents looked real. Anna advised seeing a doctor. Said no shame, mental illnesses treatable.

After talk with her, I understood real campaign against me. Someone methodically destroying my reputation, social life, finances. In evening, Natalie from our group called.

Said she too started being pursued. That at work rumors appeared she linked to fraudster. Natalie told some people came to her.

Introduced as private detectives, asked about our meetings, what we planned. Elena faced problems too. Her husband got call at work telling wife meeting mentally ill woman inventing stories about dead husbands.

Our group falling apart under pressure. Next day, I went to clinic. Wanted certificate never treated by psychiatrist.

But at registry said such certificate they had. Showed my card with records of psychiatrist visits over last three months. Records fake, but looked official.

Stamps, signatures, dates, all proper. I demanded meeting with chief doctor. Elderly woman with stern face listened to objections and shook head.

Said records kept automatically. That if I saw psychiatrist, means I did. That memory in people with mental disorders often fails.

Chief doctor added I needed to continue treatment. That refusing therapy could lead to worsening. I left clinic feeling going mad for real.

Whole system worked against me. Medical records, bank documents, rumors – all forged but looked convincing. At home, I sat at computer searching protection ways.

Read how to fight slander, prove document forgery. But all needed money. And access to my accounts blocked.

In evening, Paul’s mother called. Valerie cold and official. Said family concerned my behavior.

Told she’d heard about my hallucinations. That I allegedly told people Paul alive. That it insulted deceased’s memory.

Valerie added family considering lawsuit for protection of deceased’s honor and dignity. I tried to explain it all lies. That someone deliberately spreading rumors.

But she didn’t listen. Said I needed help. That family ready to pay for treatment if I agreed to hospital.

Hospital. Psychiatric hospital. I hung up and understood noose tightening.

They wanted to isolate me, declare incompetent, deprive ability to act. But I still had trump cards. Video with Paul, contacts with other victims, gathered evidence.

Needed to act fast, before completely blocked. Next morning, I went to electronics store. Bought small GPS tracker, like for luggage tracking.

Seller explained how to set up, track signal through phone app. Device size of coin, with magnetic mount. Daytime, I drove to Emily’s house.

Parked on next street and waited. About three, Emily left house and got in car. I followed at distance.

Emily drove to mall, parked at entrance. Went inside. I quickly approached her car.

Looked around, no one nearby. Attached tracker to car underside, near rear bumper. Device stuck to metal with quiet click.

Checked hold, firm. Returned to my car and turned on phone app. Map appeared on screen with red dot, tracker’s location.

Now I’d know where Emily drove. Where she met Paul. Maybe find their secret hideout.

Emily returned hour later. Got in car and drove home. I tracked her path by tracker. But myself drove to cafe for meeting with girls.

Sarah, Natalie, Elena already waiting. All looked tired, worn. We exchanged news.

Each had problems: pressure at work, rumors, isolation attempts. Sarah said found new detective. Young guy ready to work for small money.

But he warned if pressure starts on him, he’d drop case immediately. Natalie suggested going to press. Said knew journalist specializing in criminal stories.

Elena added she had acquaintance in DA’s office. Not high-ranking but honest. Maybe he’d help.

We decided to act on all fronts. Sarah works with detective. Natalie contacts journalist.

Elena tries prosecutor’s path. And I continue watching Emily and gathering evidence. After meeting, I drove home and checked tracker.

Emily’s car at her home. But about six evening, dot started moving. This time Emily drove opposite from downtown, to city outskirts.

I watched dot move on map. Emily drove unfamiliar roads, farther from city. Finally dot stopped.

I looked at map, somewhere in woods, twenty miles from city. What did she need there? I got in car and drove same route. Drove slowly, looked carefully around.

Road led through woods, past abandoned cabins and old gardens. Place deserted, uninhabited. Finally saw turn matching tracker’s location.

Turned and drove dirt road. Few hundred yards later saw Emily’s car. It stood by small house, almost hidden by trees.

I stopped at distance and turned off engine. Took binoculars and watched. House looked lived-in.

Lights on in windows, smoke from chimney. Next to Emily’s car stood another, old but well-kept. I saw silhouettes in windows.

Two, man and woman. Paul and Emily. Their secret hideout.

I sat in car and watched house till late night. About 11, lights in windows off. Emily’s car stayed.

Meaning she stayed overnight. I drove home feeling finally found their lair. Place where they planned my destruction.

At home, I studied map online. House on lot registered to some company. Company fake, registered month ago, no real activity.

But director listed Constantine Victor Moore. Same lawyer who blocked my accounts. All connected.

House, lawyer, blocked accounts – all parts of one plan. Next day, I drove to that house again. This time took camera with good zoom.

Parked in woods, farther from road. And approached on foot closer to house. Found convenient position behind trees, good view of yard and windows.

About noon, man left house. Tall, in dark clothes, face hidden by cap. He went to shed, did something there.

Then returned to house. I turned on camera and started shooting. Zoom good, face clear.

It was Paul. No doubts. He looked healthy, vigorous.

No signs of illness or weakness. Man supposed to lie in grave calmly did household chores. I kept shooting till he disappeared in house.

Hour later, Emily left house. She looked ordinary too, no signs of grief or stress. They lived here like ordinary couple.

Planned my future and enjoyed life. I shot few more minutes video and returned to car. Now I had not only proof Paul alive.

I had place where they hid. In evening, I sent video to Sarah, Natalie, Elena. Wrote house address and explained how to find.

Sarah replied first. Said breakthrough. That now we had everything needed to go to police.

But I understood need caution. If police had Paul’s people, they could warn him about investigation. Needed honest cop.

Or appeal to higher authorities. Next day, unknown man called. Introduced as prosecutor investigator.

Said wanted to meet. I agreed. We arranged meeting in downtown cafe.

Investigator man about 40, serious face, attentive eyes. He showed ID and said received info about possible fraud. I told him whole story.

Showed video with Paul, house photos, blocked accounts documents. Investigator listened carefully, made notes. Asked clarifying questions.

At end said case serious. Need check. But it’d take time.

He warned me to be careful. Said if suspicions confirmed, people who organized this could be dangerous. Investigator gave his card and asked to report any new facts.

I left cafe feeling finally found ally in official structures. But joy premature. Evening Sarah called.

Voice scared. Said people came to her home. Introduced as prosecutors.

They asked about our meetings, what info we gathered. Warned interfering in investigation could lead to criminal liability. Sarah understood we’d been found.

Someone knew our actions and tried to stop us. After talk with her, I checked tracker. Emily’s car at secret house.

But about midnight, dot started moving. Emily drove back to city. I watched her route on screen…