My Ling Bo Wei 林柏维, Escaping Emotional Manipulation 杀猪盘

对了, 猪头就是我。

Despite knowing I am an attractive and accomplished woman, with choices aplenty, I found myself drawn to a scammer—a decision that stands in stark contrast to my intellect and strength. I am not naïve. I have fought exploitative companies armed with my knowledge of employment law. I’ve navigated complex legal situations for others, led teams, and hired top talent as a CEO of a global multinational corporation. My academic achievements reflect my discipline and capability. So, why did I, of all people, fall prey to a love crime syndicate?

                       

The answer lies in their meticulous manipulation. They studied me, invested time and effort, and collaborated as a team to infiltrate my heart. These were profilers who understood me more intimately than I understood myself. Like machine learning, they adapted and evolved, crafting my supposed "Mr. Right" to perfection. 林柏维, 38岁, 网路营销, 小型企业家, 台中,台湾人。 

For years, I had been emotionally unavailable, as if numbed by an invisible barrier that shielded me from vulnerability. I  was their perfect prey, heartbroken, single and slightly jilted. Yet, over the course of 3 relentless months, he worked his way into my defenses. He was consistent, calculated, and unnervingly attuned to my desires and yearnings. He became my ideal—the man who understood me, protected me, and painted a vivid picture of a future together. From his tone of voice to his promises of love and care, he was everything I thought I wanted. They had studied my preferences down to the smallest detail, creating a persona I could not resist.

He monopolized my time, tracking my routine, isolating me from others, and taking control. His promise to visit me in February kept me tethered to hope. Yet, the glaring truth of his absence—his refusal to video call or show up in person—was a shadow I ignored. The façade began to crack when he introduced the idea of teaching me to operate a dropshipping business. My tech-savviness detected the dodginess of the website, and uncertainty began to take root. The whole investment lasted only 5 days. 

I confided in my trusted friends, who adamantly insisted this man was a scammer. Their persistence, combined with my intuition and a warning call from my bank about a fraudulent transaction, shattered the illusion. I woke up from the intoxicating haze of his manipulation. When they realized I was slipping away, a senior member of the syndicate took over, resorting to threats and extortion. But they underestimated my strength. Their attempts to intimidate me failed spectacularly. I filed a police report, changed all my financial details, and severed all ties.

It wasn’t easy to detach emotionally—I was deeply attached to him. Yet, my mind proved stronger than my heart. I grieved not just for the betrayal, but for the hope of love that I had rediscovered, only to lose again. Still, through the pain, I learned something invaluable: my heart is still capable of love, still vibrant and alive. This experience, painful as it was, reminded me of my strength and resilience. I may have fallen, but I stood up again. I count my blessings that i woken up so early. Yes, i often wonder if the scammer has truly fallen for me but i told myself a relationship built on lies will never last. And he has serious integrity issue. Its smart to cut my losses. I am gentle and tender, yet I am also steel. I can love wholeheartedly, but I remain sober — when it’s time to let go, I do so with absolute resolve. My monetary losses is actually negligible but i had a maximum life lesson on love.