My name is Maria Delanox, and I am sharing my story because silence only protects the abuser. For months, I have been the target of digital violence, doxxing, harassment, and extortion by my still legal husband Jeston Kam , who is from Sydney, Australia.
📖 How It All Began
I met Jeston when I had just arrived in Sydney in September of last year. I was there on a tourist visa, exploring the city and enjoying the feeling of being in a safe, beautiful country where everything felt new to me. I found it wonderful to be able to walk outside at any hour without fear of being robbed — such a rare sense of freedom for me.
and during those moments I told him how much I liked Australia — how safe it felt compared to my country, where I wouldn’t have to worry about insecurity like in my home country. shared with him that it was my dream to live in a place where I could feel secure. He told me that if we got married, I could stay and live in Australia. The idea made me excited, because I didn’t dislike Jeston and, since he appeared to be so kind, I truly believed it could work.
💔The Day I Started Losing My Voice
Since the very first day of our marriage, he began blackmailing me. But I stayed silent because at that time I was in Australia, unaware of my rights and the laws there. Like many victims of abusive relationships, I wasn’t even sure it was abuse — I thought maybe it was my fault for making him angry.
I remember that on the night of our wedding he suddenly started yelling at me, saying that I should be grateful to him because he had married me. I didn’t know he had the password to my phone, and he had gone through my private conversations. He was angry about what he had seen.
That night he punched the wall, and for the first time I saw an aggress
I told him right then that our marriage was a mistake and that we should end it. I left and stayed alone in a hotel. A few hours later, he showed up, begging for forgiveness and trying to reconcile. I told him that we were incompatible and that I could not accept him invading my privacy in such a way.
The very next day, he threatened to call Australian Immigration and lie about me so that I would be deported. I was terrified, and out of fear, I agreed to reconcile with him.
On January 25, we had another argument. As I had done so many times before, I left to stay alone in a hotel. Later that afternoon, he came looking for me, insisting that he wanted to “make things right.” I was afraid of his threats, so I listened.
At that time, he was driving without a license — even though he was legally prohibited from driving — and he did it every day. That same evening, after another argument, he was stopped and arrested. His brother called me, asking me to come to the police station. When I arrived, the officers told me he had been under the influence of drugs at the time of his arrest.
That was the first time I learned about his methamphetamine addiction. Until that moment, I had no idea.
I finally felt free from his threats, and all I wanted was to reclaim what I love most: my freedom. So I booked a flight and left Australia, even without a visa to return.
While He Was in Prison
He called me while I was waiting for my flight out of Australia. He begged me not to leave, making me doubt my decision once again — but I had already passed immigration, and I knew there was no turning back.
From prison, he kept calling me every single day. Somehow, he always found a way to reach me through his family and friends. He sent me loving messages, he wrote me letters that he used to send me through his brother….During those days, he was more affectionate than he had ever been before.
⚖️ The Evidence I Couldn’t Ignore
When he was in prison and showing me affection, he asked me to continue with the partner visa process so that we could be together once he was released. Trusting his words, I contacted a lawyer to help with the application. It was during this process that she obtained his police record — and that was the moment everything changed for me. I discovered he had a long history of arrests for drug possession, violent incidents such as assault and public affray, and a persistent pattern of dangerous driving while disqualified, often under the influence of alcohol or drugs. These offenses stretched from 2017 all the way through 2025, proving that his criminal behavior was not something from the past, but something ongoing. That was the point in our relationship when I finally realized the truth: the man I thought I was building a future with was not the person he pretended to be, but someone who had been in and out of court for years, never rehabilitated, and constantly putting others at risk. He had a long criminal record — more than fifteen charges related to drugs and street violence. He was only twenty-three years old. I remember sitting in silence, trying to make sense of it all. How does someone accumulate so much destruction before their life has even begun? It made me realize how deeply pain can shape a person, and how love, no matter how genuine, cannot rewrite someone else’s past.
The lawyer who was helping me with the partner visa told me that his criminal history would significantly increase the risk of my application being rejected — and that her legal fees for representing me in such a complex case would be twice as high. That conversation marked the moment I began to understand how entangled I had become in a situation that was never meant to protect me.
I Tried to Leave, But He Knew How to Pull Me Back
So I told him I wanted to end the relationship and wait until we could officially divorce. But each time I tried to walk away, he would find a way to pull me back. He called me endlessly, saying all the right words, making me believe that things could change — that love was enough. Deep down, I already knew I wanted out, but his persistence and my hope for a better life kept me trapped in a cycle I didn’t yet know how to escape.
Along with his words of love came requests for money. He never explained why — yet I kept sending it, again and again, convincing myself that he was still my partner and that it was my duty to support him.
The Day He Promised to Ruin My Life
One time he called me, and when I didn’t answer, he became furious. Later, when I was finally able to pick up, he threatened me. He demanded that I send him a screen recording of my entire photo gallery, warning me that if I refused, he would “ruin my life and the life of my family.”
