The Turning Point

 

When police took my livelihood and my freedom, I reached a turning point.

On the morning of February 14th, 2025, at precisely 4:30 a.m., I was surprised by the arrival of five police vehicles outside my home. It was Valentine's Day. Without warning, a dozen officers arrived at my house with a search warrant demanding I not touch anything. While they did not arrest me nor even officially charge me, they still managed to make me feel as though I was a criminal, someone who had done something wrong. They confiscated everything that mattered to me. My computers, my hard drives, my mobile devices, even my passport, the very passport I had rushed to procure a few months earlier in order to finally meet L.O. in person. They took everything I needed to make an income. I could no longer make an income. Thanks to a narcissists desire for revenge. 

 

Early Morning Raid

This was the first moment I learned that criminal charges had been filed by her against me with German authorities, then through INTERPOL to the South African Police. No prior notice was given to me. No official call, no letter from a lawyer, no official warning.  Just a squad of armed officers invading my home and an unfolding nightmare of accusations, invasions of my privacy and a slow realisation that this was a deliberate attempt to destroy my life. In 16 years of living in this house there had never been a police official in my home. Not once. Now there close to a dozen of them swarming through my house. She was playing the victim to perfection. As usual. 

 

The irony was thick as soup. Just three months earlier, I had been the victim of a coordinated cyberattack, planned and executed with intimate knowledge of my life, designed to cause maximum damage, costing me my job, upending my life all over again. And now the very same malignant psychopath who orchestrated that attack was claiming to be the victim and accusing me of being the culprit! And they believed her! I shouldn't have been surprised. She pulled  the exact same trick with PIKA when she had me banned without me ever getting the chance to say a single word in my defense. She is just that good at playing the victim. She doesn't need real evidence. Some out of context emails and her practiced narrative is enough to let her manipulate society's defenses for her own gain. 

 

Accusations

She accused me of hacking, impersonation, intimidation, cyber forgery, extortion, sexual assault, stalking, revenge porn, and a litany of other crimes, all of which perfectly mirrored what had actually been done to me. I was shown no evidence, and knowing her she needed Just a narrative and old, decontextualized emails written during periods of emotional breakdown. She had deliberately caused those periods of reactive abuse, in order to make me respond in an extreme manner, and when I did she collected the result and is now using it as "evidence" And yet, her vulnerable victim act was enough to trigger an international intervention.

 

This was the moment everything changed.

Until then, I had held on to some misplaced hope that this would all resolve itself. That the truth would rise to the surface. But standing there as officers cataloged the tools of my profession like criminal evidence, taking away my only ability to generate an income, I understood something deeper: the truth doesn’t matter if the story is already written against you. And she always wanted to be an author.

This was not an investigation based on facts. It was a theater of credibility, and she knew how to play the part of the victim perfectly. Police even admitted that they had been surveilling me whenever I was walking my dog! That morning, something in me hardened. This was no longer just about heartbreak or sabotage.

It was about justice.

It was about clearing my name. It was about reclaiming my voice and documenting what had really happened. I decided I would investigate and see just what I could find. I knew that the hacking was her doing and I was sure her arrogance would lead her to make mistakes. 

 

This was my turning point. I decided to stop being passive and to start my own investigation. 

Additional Context

Weaponizing the Narrative

She was always rewriting history, recasting herself as the perpetual victim and me as the dangerous, unhinged aggressor. This was a preemptive move designed to frame future inquiries or revelations as the actions of a “stalker.”

 

The timing of her legal threats and emotional outbursts is telling. On March 18th, 2024, just days after she had sent messages to both my wife and my employer in an attempt to destroy my life, she sent me an email called “STOP CONTACTING ME.” The message was short, legalistic, and devoid of any emotional weight. 

She wrote:  "I will protocol every e-mail you send me, every threat, screenshot every shit you do on Discord and Youtube. I will not only inform the Pika team... but also the police."

She makes no mention of her own prior emails trying to get me fired and trying to wreck my marriage, no reference to the constant abuse or the silent treatments. Not a word about the hurt she dished out. No mention of the multiple blackmail attempts, the threats and intimidations of which I still have evidence! 

Instead, she adopts the voice of a professional victim, calmly preparing her case file.

When she resurfaces on April 14th, 2024,  with an email titled “Finding Peace ” it's not peace she offers. The message is seething with narcissistic rage and she immediately attacks:

"Everybody sees that I am a narcissist? Hey? Who do you mean with everybody? You don’t have a single friend, which is typical for psychopaths."

She invokes various character references to validate her claims. She is still not speaking to me, but rather to a future audience. These messages are written to create “evidence.” To construct a paper trail for a prosecution she planned well in advance.

The last email again shows her methodology.  She had just started at her new Job and had removed her accomplice off his shelf a few weeks earlier. He was probably sitting next to her as she was writing this. The language is again sterile legalese:

"Your behavior has escalated to a level that is not only toxic but also criminal. I urge you to read this carefully and understand the severity of the situation."

This email, devoid of any personal language or identifiers, appears drafted with legal advice in mind. It is a warning shot, meant not to open dialogue but to finalize her conversion into the “targeted woman,” and me into the “relentless stalker.” The irony is staggering. Two weeks later she would use a compromised Gmail account to taunt me via LinkedIn after twenty hours of waiting in stealth.

Each message is part of a strategy,  to rewrite the past and establish a new narrative that she can present to police, employers, and future targets. Showing how she is the vulnerable poor, helpless, victim in need of rescuing. The perfect victim.

This is how narcissists rewrite history. Not with truth, but with conviction. Not with facts, but with forward-facing, weaponized storytelling designed to make victims look like monsters, and monsters look like victims. 

 

Below is an audio transcript of several emails I received from L.O. shortly before she ghosted me on August 26th. The 'Doctors appointment' she talks of refer to her scam that she needs an operation for her nose that supposedly costs 20 000 euros but would in fact cost only around 3000 to 5000 euros. There is nothing wrong with her nose. She uses it as a prop to scam people out of money. If that doesn't work she will steal your passwords and hack your accounts with the help of her hacker boyfriend, Dom.

Above: It's obvious there is nothing visually wrong. In a year of calls and video chats I never saw or heard her have any difficulty breathing.