“I don’t want either of us to go to jail, but the truth needs to come out.” – Laura Bailey

It’s been over two years since Laura Bailey first tried to extort me. Like a fool, I thought it was just bluster. Instead, it turned out to be the opening shot in an all-out war following our separation, with no end in sight; the warped prologue to a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

I have spent two years thinking about whether to speak. Two years of filling notebooks and hard drives with fragments of evidence that feel as if they were dictated by some paranoid desert prophet. Things that seem impossible until you’ve lived through them.

This story isn’t neat. It’s a mess of events, conversations, police reports, text messages, and moments that still feel unreal when I replay them in my head.

It’s classic gaslighting: bury the big crimes under a landslide of petty nonsense until you start doubting your very existence.

I wanted to keep it private. Ride it out and let it die. But Laura took that choice away. She made every effort to ensure there’s an unrecognizable version of myself walking around out there now, stitched together out of whispered lies, passed from mouth to mouth in bars and kitchens and parking lots.

So I’ll tell my story. Piece by piece. In my own words. I won’t hide behind rumors and shadows.

It might be different if she had stopped once the police determined her allegations were false (but declined to prosecute her), or eight months later when she admitted in court filings they were false; but she didn’t, and we live in a tiny place with big ears.

What makes it stranger is the utter brazenness of so many of her other actions. The defamation was cautious, sprinkled with plausible deniability. The rest? Chaos. Sloppy. Loud. My dog literally pulled a handwritten note outlining a criminal conspiracy out of the trash and treated it like a chew toy.

In any case, this is all coming out whether I publish this or not. My solicitors will soon be filing a civil action against Laura Bailey and members of her family, followed by private prosecutions. The law calls it “Unlawful Means Conspiracy.” I have a few choice words of my own.

Here’s a taste of what’s going to come out in these cases:

• Extortion and blackmail.
• False rape and domestic abuse allegations, which Laura now blames on the police.
• Perjury committed in official court filings.
• A conspiracy by Laura Bailey, Brian Gunn, Debra Gunn, and Luke Bailey to frame me for crimes I did not commit.
• A note detailing this conspiracy to have me arrested, which one of my dogs found in the trash.
• Laura Bailey pressuring a former employee to lie to the police to corroborate one of her false allegations.
• Brian Gunn, a former Crown Prosecutor and OBE, explicitly advising Laura to commit a crime she later accused me of committing.
• Acts of domestic abuse, financial abuse, and fraud.
• Child abuse and endangerment.
• Animal abuse, including attempting to give away my dogs and cats on multiple occasions via Facebook.
• Attempted insurance fraud.
• Coercing people to break their professional ethics and regulatory obligations, causing me harm.
• Holding one of my cats hostage for almost two years, keeping him away from his sister and the two dogs he was raised with from birth.

Through it all I have given Laura every off-ramp, every opportunity to de-escalate. Each time she doubled down, lit another match, and grinned through the flaming wreckage.

The only thing left that might break this cycle is accountability. Making me whole for the financial, psychological, and reputational damage she’s caused won’t undo the past, but it’s a necessary first step.

So, I’m going to tell my story, piece by piece. Because there is only one version of the story currently out there, and it’s the one where I’m the villain. If I’ve learned anything from the past two years, it’s that innocent until proven guilty doesn’t really exist. Hell, innocent after proven innocent doesn’t exist either. In the court of public opinion, silence is a guilty plea.

Truth is, there is no version of this story where both of us are good people who just got a little heated up over a messy separation.

One of us is a liar.

One of us is a monster.