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Tap here to turn on desktop notifications to get the news sent straight to you.EDITION07152013 05:27 pm ET Updated Jul 15, 2013Keith Wiens, Retired RCMP, Admits Killing His Wife After Losing Sex Bet On Nintendo Wii GamePenticton Herald Justice For Lynn2.1k320Keith Wiens, a retired officer in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, faces seconddegree murder charges in the August 2011 shooting death of his commonlaw wife, Lynn Kalmring. In court Thursday, Wiens testified that he shot Kalmring in the face in selfdefense after a lost bet over a Nintendo Wii game escalated into a violent domestic dispute.According to the Penticton Western News, Wiens told the court that he and Kalmring usually made sexual wagers over video games . On the night of the shooting, Wiens said he lost and came to the bedroom to find sex toys on his pillow. Tired, Wiens brushed the toys aside and went to bed, but Kalmring got upset and accused him of not finding her attractive, he said in court.Wiens also said that he woke up to his wife hitting him, so he told her to pack her bags and leave. He said that he retrieved a handgun from his bedside table after Kalmring left the room because he was afraid of her.I would say that she snapped, Wiens testified in British Columbia Supreme Court. She was not Lynn. She was crazy and shed just assaulted me when I was sound asleep, and I was worried about what was coming next.According to testimony by the victims sister, Kalmring had called minutes before the shooting and said shed thrown her engagement ring and stacks of cash at Wiens in a fit of anger.Wiens claimed Kalmring returned to the room brandishing a knife , so he shot her from less than two feet away, hitting her under the left eye.Earlier in the trial, police testified that they found a kitchen knife in Kalmrings left hand when they entered the gruesome murder scene after Wiens called 911 and reported that he had shot his wife. Police noted that Wiens was not found to have injuries, and that there was little evidence of a physical fight.A forensic pathologist told the court that the location of the knife was suspicious, and testified that he believed the knife had been put in her hand .If she were to fall with something in her hand, shed drop it, Dr. William Currie told the told the court July 9. It looked to me it had been staged and the knife had been placed in her hand after she died.Currie also suggested that Kalmring had been turned over, based on his examination of the victims body.Kalmrings family has publicly objected to what they feel were low requirements for Wiens bail, and advocate that Canadian law be changed to be tougher on the accused.Lynn was a good, kind, loving woman and if someone could take her life violently, all Canadians are at risk, notes Justice For Lynn , a website maintained by Kalmrings friends and family.
Was the Hillary hiking in the woods photo staged? Woman in the picture first met Clinton at a fundraiser her family hosted for excandidateMargot Gerster was hiking with her daughter through the woods near Clintons New York home on WednesdayShe took a photo smiling alongside Clinton in the Chappaqua areaThis is not Gersters first time meeting Clinton, as her mother held a fundraiser for the senator at Crabtrees Kittle House in the 2000sGerster posed for a photo with her sister and Clinton at that event years ago and shared it to her Facebook page before taking it down this week
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Lauren GreenfieldI Was a Starter Wife: Inside Americas Messiest DivorceIn the middle of her headlinegrabbing divorce settlement from Elon Musk, Justine Musk reveals the truth about her marriage to the multimillionaire cofounder of PayPal, Tesla Motors, and SpaceX.Sep 10, 2010In the late spring of 2008, my wealthy entrepreneurial husband, Elon Musk, the father of my five young sons, filed for divorce. Six weeks later, he texted me to say he was engaged to a gorgeous British actress in her early 20s who had moved to Los Angeles to be with him. Her name is Talulah Riley, and she played one of the sisters in 2005s Pride and Prejudice. Two of the things that struck me were: a) Pride and Prejudice is a really good movie, and b) My life with this man had devolved to a clich.At least she wasnt blonde. I found that refreshing.When I first met Elon, I wasnt blonde, either. I was an aspiring writer in my first year at Queens University in Ontario, Canada, sprung from a small hometown and recovering from a difficult case of first love with the older man Id left behind. I liked older. I liked poetic and rebellious and tortured. I liked a guy who parked his motorcycle beneath my dormroom window and called my name through the twilight: Romeo in a darkbrown leather jacket.Advertisement Continue Reading BelowElon wasnt like that. A fellow student a year ahead of me, he was a cleancut, upperclass boy with a South African accent who appeared in front of me one afternoon as I was leaping up the steps to my dorm. He said wed met at a party I knew I hadnt been to. (Years later, he would confess that he had noticed me from across the common room and decided he wanted to meet me.) He invited me out for ice cream. I said yes, but then blew him off with a note on my dormroom door. Several hours later, my head bent over my Spanish text in an overheated room in the student center, I heard a polite cough behind me. Elon was smiling awkwardly, two chocolatechip ice cream cones dripping down his hands. Hes not a man who takes no for an answer.Elons wealth seemed abstract and unreal, a string of zeros that existed in some strange space of its own.He was a scientific type, at home with numbers, commerce, and logic. I was not the only woman he pursued, but even after he transferred to Wharton he kept sending roses. When hed return to Queens to visit friends, I found myself agreeing to have dinner with him. Once, in the bookstore together, I pointed to a shelf and said, One day I want my own books to go right there. I had said this before to a girlfriend, who laughed and spun on her heel. But Elon not only took me seriously, he seemed impressed. It was the first time that a boy found my sense of ambition instead of my long hair or narrow waist attractive. Previous boyfriends complained that I was competitive, but Elon said I had a fire in my soul. When he told me, I see myself in you, I knew what he meant.After I graduated, I taught ESL in Japan for a year Elon and I had by then gone our separate ways. Back in Canada I took a bartending job, worked on my novel, and debated whether to go back to Japan or to grad school. One night I heard myself tell my sister, If Elon ever calls me again, I think Ill go for it. I might have missed something there. He called me one week later.After graduation, hed moved to Silicon Valley. He was sharing an apartment in Mountain View with three roommates and building his first dotcom company, Zip2. I soon flew out for the first of many visits. One night, over dinner, he asked me how many kids I wanted to have. One or two, I said immediately, although if I could afford nannies, Id like to have four.He laughed. Thats the difference between you and me, he said. I just assume that there will be nannies. He made a rocking motion with his arms and said, happily, Baby.Then he took me to a bookstore and handed me his credit card. Buy as many books as you want, he said. No man could have said anything sweeter.Advertisement Continue Reading BelowTwo years later two months before our January 2000 wedding Elon told me we had an appointment with a lawyer who was going to help us with a financial agreement that the board of his new company wanted us to sign. When I looked at him, he said quickly, Its not a prenup.Although Id been dating a struggling 20something entrepreneur, I was now engaged to a wealthy one. Elon had sold Zip2, which partnered with newspapers to help them get online, in 1999, the year before, and was worth about 20 million overnight. He bought and renovated an 1,800squarefoot condo: We now had a place of our own. He also bought a milliondollar sports car a McLaren F1 and a small plane. Our daytoday routine remained the same (except for the addition of flying lessons), and Elons wealth seemed abstract and unreal, a string of zeros that existed in some strange space of its own. I made uneasy jokes that he was about to dump me for a supermodel. Instead, he proposed, getting down on bended knee on a street corner.Lauren GreenfieldMost of his newfound fortune he rolled over into his second company, an online banking institution, X.com , that later became PayPal (the online payment company). It was this board that was supposedly urging him to get a financial agreement. What I didnt understand at the time was that Elon was actually ushering me into a period of mediation, which, I now know, means anything done or spoken is confidential and cannot be used in a court of law. But I had no time to research mediation, or learn that it rarely serves the interest of the less powerful person in the relationship. Years later, I came to learn these things. But two months after our wedding, I simply signed the postnuptial agreement. I trusted my husband why else had I married him? and I told myself it didnt matter. We were soul mates. We would never get divorced. A life without Elon was unthinkable, something Id realized a few months before he proposed, as we napped together one spring afternoon before a friends wedding. With my arm slung across his chest, I felt that he was my own private Alexander the Great.Advertisement Continue Reading BelowStill, there were warning signs. As we danced at our wedding reception, Elon told me, I am the alpha in this relationship. I shrugged it off, just as I would later shrug off signing the postnuptial agreement, but as time went on, I learned that he was serious. He had grown up in the maledominated culture of South Africa, and the will to compete and dominate that made him so successful in business did not magically shut off when he came home. This, and the vast economic imbalance between us, meant that in the months following our wedding, a certain dynamic began to take hold. Elons judgment overruled mine, and he was constantly remarking on the ways he found me lacking. I am your wife, I told him repeatedly, not your employee.If you were my employee, he said just as often, I would fire you.By the time eBay bought PayPal in 2002, we had moved to Los Angeles and had our first child, a boy named Nevada Alexander. The sale of PayPal vaulted Elons net worth to well over 100 million. The same week, Nevada went down for a nap, placed on his back as always, and stopped breathing. He was 10 weeks old, the age when male infants are most susceptible to SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome). By the time the paramedics resuscitated him, he had been deprived of oxygen for so long that he was braindead. He spent three days on life support in a hospital in Orange County before we made the decision to take him off it. I held him in my arms when he died.Elon made it clear that he did not want to talk about Nevadas death. I didnt understand this, just as he didnt understand why I grieved openly, which he regarded as emotionally manipulative. I buried my feelings instead, coping with Nevadas death by making my first visit to an IVF clinic less than two months later. Elon and I planned to get pregnant again as swiftly as possible. Within the next five years, I gave birth to twins, then triplets, and I sold three novels to Penguin and Simon Schuster. Even so, Nevadas death sent me on a yearslong inward spiral of depression and distraction that would be continuing today if one of our nannies hadnt noticed me struggling. She approached me with the name of an excellent therapist. Dubious, I gave it a shot. In those weekly sessions, I began to get perspective on what had become my life.If you were my employee, he said just as often, I would fire you.We were breathing rarefied air. The first crowded apartment wed shared in Mountain View seemed like ancient history from our 6,000squarefoot house in the Bel Air hills. Married for seven years, we had a domestic staff of five during the day our home transformed into a workplace. We went to blacktie fundraisers and got the best tables at elite Hollywood nightclubs, with Paris Hilton and Leonardo DiCaprio partying next to us. When Google cofounder Larry Page got married on Richard Bransons private Caribbean island, we were there, hanging out in a villa with John Cusack and watching Bono pose with swarms of adoring women outside the reception tent. When we traveled, we drove onto the airfield up to Elons private jet, where a private flight attendant handed us champagne. I spent an afternoon walking around San Jose with Daryl Hannah, where she caused a commotion at Starbucks when the barista asked her name and she said, blithely, Daryl.It was a dream lifestyle, privileged and surreal. But the whirlwind of glitter couldnt disguise a growing void at the core. Elon was obsessed with his work: When he was home, his mind was elsewhere. I longed for deep and heartfelt conversations, for intimacy and empathy. And while I sacrificed a normal family life for his career, Elon started to say that I read too much, shrugging off my book deadlines. This felt like a dismissal, and a stark reversal from the days when he was so supportive. When we argued over the house or the kids sleeping schedule my faults and flaws came under the microscope. I felt insignificant in his eyes, and I began thinking about what effect our dynamic would have on our five young sons.Advertisement Continue Reading BelowIn the spring of 2008, eight years after our wedding, a car accident served as my wakeup call. The moment of impact seemed suspended in time: The details of the other drivers face, looking at me in horror as she held a cell phone to her ear, were so clear it was like the distance between us didnt exist. There was a crunch of metal as her car plowed into mine, and when we skidded to a halt, my first thought wasnt, Thank God nobodys hurt. It was, My husband is going to kill me. And in my minds eye, I could suddenly see myself: a woman whod gotten very thin, and very blonde, stumbling out of a very expensive car with the frontleft wheel smashed in.I barely recognized myself. I had turned into a trophy wife and I sucked at it. I wasnt detailoriented enough to maintain a perfect house or be a perfect hostess. I could no longer hide my boredom when the men talked and the women smiled and listened. I wasnt interested in Botox or makeup or reducing the appearance of the scars from my Csections. And no matter how many highlights I got, Elon pushed me to be blonder. Go platinum, he kept saying, and I kept refusing.I had turned into a trophy wife and I sucked at it.Not long after the accident, I sat on our bed with my knees pulled up to my chest and tears in my eyes. I told Elon, in a soft voice that was nonetheless filled with conviction, that I needed our life to change. I didnt want to be a sideline player in the multimilliondollar spectacle of my husbands life. I wanted equality. I wanted partnership. I wanted to love and be loved, the way we had before he made all his millions.Elon agreed to enter counseling, but he was running two companies and carrying a planet of stress. One month and three sessions later, he gave me an ultimatum: Either we fix this marriage today or I will divorce you tomorrow, by which I understood he meant, Our status quo works for me, so it should work for you. He filed for divorce the next morning. I felt numb, but strangely relieved.Eight years after I signed the postnup, I began to understand just what Id done. I had effectively signed away all my rights as a married person, including any claim to community property except our house, which was to be vested in my name once we had a child. But my lawyer is presenting a legal theory that could render the postnup invalid. A postnup, unlike a prenup, requires a complete financial disclosure because of something called marital fiduciary duty: the obligation of one spouse to be honest and straightforward in financial dealings with the other. Around the time we signed the agreement, Elon was involved in a significant merger between X.com and a company called Confinity. Together, the two became PayPal and raised the value of Elons X.com stock by millions of dollars more than what he reported on the postnup. Whether this was deliberate or an oversight, according to my lawyer, it could render the contract fraudulent, and thus invalid if it werent for the protection of mediation confidentiality. That period ended not when we left the lawyers office or when we got married, but only once wed signed. The question that will determine the outcome of our divorce case, which has been winding its way through the California legal system for more than two years, is a legal one: Should mediation confidentiality trump marital fiduciary duty, or vice versa? Two years after our separation, we ended up in court. The judge ruled in Elons favor, but stressed that the case was a long cause matter and immediately certified it for appeal. Resolution is at least a year away.Advertisement Continue Reading BelowIn the months after our separation, I dyed my hair dark and cut it. I also developed a friendship that gradually deepened into romance with a man Id known casually for years. One night he took me to a reading of Eve Enslers new play. This is powerwoman central, he said, as we watched Arianna Huffington hold court in the front row. As he pointed out other prominent women in the audience, I realized the kind of social world Id been living in: The females who populated it were the young wives and girlfriends of wealthy men, or the personal assistants who catered to them. Women disappeared after some point in their 30s, and any female ambition other than looking beautiful, shopping, and overseeing the domestic realm became an inconvenience. Being in that audience, watching that staged reading, I felt myself reclaim the freedom to write my own life.Although I am estranged from Elon when it comes to the children, I deal with his assistant I dont regret my marriage. Ive worked through some anger, both at Elon for rendering me so disposable, and at myself for buying into a fairy tale when I should have known better. But I will always respect the brilliant and visionary person that he is. I also cant regret the divorce (our case was bifurcated, which means that even though the property issues arent settled, our marriage is legally dead). Elon and I share custody of the children, who are thriving. I feel grounded now, and deeply grateful for my life.And something unexpected happened: Throughout the divorce proceedings, his fiance and I discovered we liked each other. People were puzzled that I didnt want to poke chopsticks in her eyeballs. Its kind of like a French movie, observed a friend, and I sent Talulah an email:I would rather live out the Frenchmovie version of things, in which the two women become friends and various philosophies are pondered, than the American version, in which one is good and one is bad and theres a huge catfight sequence and someone gets thrown off a balcony.She responded, Lets do as the French do.She is, by all accounts, a lovely, bright, and very young person, and better fitted to my exhusbands lifestyle and personality than I ever was. Although she had dark hair when she and Elon first met, she is now blonder than Ive ever been.Justine Musk is the author of Bloodangel, Lord of Bones, and Uninvited. She lives in Los Angeles with her five sons and two dogs.
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Photo: Jason Fochtman, Houston ChronicleImage 14 of 17Attorney E. Tay Bond, center visits with his client Maria Sosa, former coowner of Woodlands Boxing Fitness, during a court appearance in the 359th state District Court of Judge Kathleen Hamilton Tuesday, Oct. 11, 2016, in the Lee G. Alworth building in Conroe. Maria pleaded guilty to solicitation of her husbands murder and received 20 years in prison. lessAttorney E. Tay Bond, center visits with his client Maria Sosa, former coowner of Woodlands Boxing Fitness, during a court appearance in the 359th state District Court of Judge Kathleen Hamilton Tuesday, ... morePhoto: Jason Fochtman, Houston ChronicleImage 15 of 17Image 16 of 17Matt Rodrigue, Chief Deputy Pct. 3 Constables Office, hands out an image of Maria Sosa to media during a press conference Friday. Sosa has been arrested for allegedly trying to hire someone to murder her husband. lessMatt Rodrigue, Chief Deputy Pct. 3 Constables Office, hands out an image of Maria Sosa to media during a press conference Friday. Sosa has been arrested for allegedly trying to hire someone to murder her ... morePhoto: Michael MinasiThese staged murder photos led to wifes guilty verdict in murderforhire plot to kill husband117Back to GalleryMontgomery County prosecutors on Wednesday released the faked photos of a staged murderforhire that led to the conviction of a Spring woman for attempting to kill her husband.Maria Sosa was found guilty Tuesday and sentenced to 20 years in prison for solicitation of murder, a seconddegree felony.Prosecutors say that in 2015, an acquaintance of Sosa reached out to the Precinct 3 Constables Office alleging that Sosa had asked the person to help find someone to kill her thenhusband Ramon Sosa, a Houstonarea boxing instructor.Now Playing:FOX 26 News Reporter Damali KeithMedia: Fox 26 HoustonAn undercover officer posing as a hitman arranged a parking lot meetup with Maria Sosa on July 20, 2015, where she then offered the officer 2,000 and her husbands used pickup to have Ramon Sosa murdered, prosecutors said.When the undercover officer offered to have her husband beaten up, Maria Sosa replied, No, I want him dead.Two days later, the undercover officer returned with staged photos of her husband appearing to show him shirtless in a ditch with a bullet wound to his temple. Sosa allegedly smiled, shook the undercover officers hand and paid him an extra 1,000, according to prosecutors.The couple has since divorced.Conroe Courier Turns 125