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I Caught My Wife Cheating — But The Truth Was Worse… | TRUE STORY
Sep 1, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories I Caught My Wife Cheating — But The Truth Was Worse… | TRUE STORY A quiet jog. A forgotten document. A locked door that wasn’t supposed to be. What started as a normal Tuesday spiraled into betrayal, violence, and the unraveling of everything I thought I knew. This is the story of how I caught my wife with her boss in our bedroom — and the devastating truth that followed. 🎧 Buckle up for a gripping, cinematic thriller about trust, love, and the cold clarity of truth. 👉 If you like intense storytelling with twists and emotional depth, subscribe for more. 💬 COMMENT your thoughts: Was Tim justified in his actions? 🔔 Subscribe & turn on notifications for weekly thrillers.
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The rhythmic thud of my running shoes on
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the asphalt was a welcome distraction.
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For the past hour, my mind had been a
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tangled mess of legal briefs and
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unfinished tasks.
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A nagging frustration had driven me from
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my home office, a small two-mile run
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from the house to the winding path that
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led back.
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I'd gone for a quick workout, a way to
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clear the mental clutter, and now I was
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jogging back to grab some crucial
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paperwork. The plan was simple. get the
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documents, return to my office, and
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finally put the Pemrook case to rest. It
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was a mundane task on a Tuesday
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afternoon. A small, predictable part of
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my predictable, quiet life, but then a
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flicker of movement caught my eye. About
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half a mile from my house, a figure
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emerged on the path ahead. It was a man,
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and he was cutting through toward the
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back of my property.
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My pulse quickened, not from the
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exertion, but from a growing sense of
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unease.
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This path was a secluded route bordered
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by a sheer cliff face at the back of my
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house, and it was almost exclusively
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used by me. I'd seen a few people on it
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over the years, but never someone so
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close to my property. I picked up my
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pace, a cold knot forming in my stomach.
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Rounding the final corner, I saw him at
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the back patio door. My breath caught in
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my throat. The door, which should have
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been securely locked, was unlocked.
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Panic, cold and sharp, flooded my veins.
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My wife, Alice, was working from home
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today. I raced to the door, my heart
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pounding in my ears. I tried the handle.
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It was locked. My hand fumbled for my
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key, the familiar weight in my pocket, a
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small comfort.
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I slid the key into the lock and with a
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silent click, eased the door open. The
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kitchen, where Alice usually worked, was
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empty. Her laptop, a stack of papers,
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and a half empty coffee cup were
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scattered across the table. A still life
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of a day's work abruptly abandoned.
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Faint noises drifted down from upstairs.
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The dining room, adjacent to the
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kitchen, was silent.
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The sound was coming from the master
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bedroom. I reached for the old wooden
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baton that sat in a small stand by the
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door. It had been my grandfather's, a
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remnant of his time as a patrol officer
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in a simpler era.
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I had kept it as a sentimental heirloom,
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a symbol of protection, never imagining
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I would have to use it. Now the weight
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of it in my hand was a solid, reassuring
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presence, I gripped it tightly and began
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to ascend the stairs. Each step a
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deliberate silent whisper on the carpet.
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The master bedroom door was slightly a
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jar, the muffled sounds now a low hum of
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male and female voices. I pushed the
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door open, my heart a frantic drum
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against my ribs.
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What I saw next was a scene of such
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stark, brutal betrayal that the air was
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sucked from my lungs. The man's
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discarded running clothes lay in a heap
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on the floor, and he was poised over my
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wife on the bed, naked. Alice was
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completely unclothed, her body a stark
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white canvas against the dark sheets.
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She looked up at me, her eyes wide with
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shock and a strange glassy look I didn't
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recognize. The man, her boss, Simon
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Green, had not seen me. I moved forward,
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my mind a blank slate of pure,
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unadulterated rage. I raised the baton
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and brought it down in a swift, sharp
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arc, not at his head, not at his face,
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but at his rear. The resounding thwack
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echoed in the silent room. he yelped, a
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high-pitched cry of pain and shock, and
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rolled away from Alice, clutching his
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injured backside. "Hold on, I was
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invited," he protested, glancing at
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Alice, who remained motionless, her eyes
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still wide and vacant. She said nothing.
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Simon, oblivious to the gravity of the
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situation, got up, a look of smug
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superiority on his face, despite his
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nudity. "You'd better back off or I'll
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take that from you and give you a
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smacking." I looked at the man standing
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naked in my bedroom, threatening me, and
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a smirk, cold and hard, formed on my
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lips. He didn't know me. He didn't know
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that my years of training in tennis had
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given me a killer backhand.
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He lunged at me with a roar, and in an
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instant, I brought the baton back in a
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powerful swing. I aimed for his cheek,
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but he ducked slightly, and the baton
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struck him on the right side of his
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forehead with a sickening thud.
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He collapsed, a sack of broken bones,
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and remained motionless on the floor. I
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stood over him, my chest heaving, the
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baton still in my hand. I glanced at
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Alice. She was still on the bed, her
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eyes glassy, a thin line of drool
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trickling from the corner of her mouth.
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She was in a trance, a million miles
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away. Then I saw it, a cell phone on the
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dresser, its screen facing the bed,
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recording everything. The idiot had
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recorded his own demise. I snatched it
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up, flipped it to the dial pad and
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called 911.
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My name is Tim Jenkins. I'm at 12 Arbor
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Circle. An intruder attacked me in my
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bedroom, and I defended myself. He's
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hurt, maybe seriously. And my wife,
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she's in a state of shock. She's
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conscious, but not responsive. We need
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help right away. The dispatcher's voice
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was calm and professional. Sir, if
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you're armed, please disarm yourself.
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We'll be there shortly. Do you
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understand?
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Yes, I said, my voice. I understand.
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I'll wait in the front yard. The sirens
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were a growing whale, a desperate cry in
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the quiet suburban afternoon.
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I walked downstairs, the phone still in
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my hand, and placed the baton on the
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sofa. I stepped outside, my arms at my
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sides, and waited. A police car
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screeched to a halt, followed by an
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ambulance.
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Two officers, a man and a woman,
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emerged, their faces grim but calm.
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Neither drew their weapon. The woman,
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Sergeant Leslie Hayden, a woman in
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charge, addressed me. "Are you Mr.
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Jenkins?" "Yes," I replied, my voice a
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flat monotone. "They're upstairs. Follow
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me." I led them up to the bedroom, the
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door still a jar. Green was motionless
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on the floor. Sergeant Hayden knelt
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beside him, checking his pulse, and
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instructed the other officer to call for
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paramedics.
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Another officer, a woman with a kind
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face, found a robe in the closet and
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gently guided Alice to the guest
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bedroom.
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"Stay here. Don't leave," she said to
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me, her voice firm. "But keep out of the
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way." I retreated to the kitchen, my
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mind a storm of thoughts.
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I grabbed a small computer from my
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briefcase, connected it to Green's
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phone, and backed up the video. I then
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emailed a copy to my office. I powered
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down the phone and left it on Alice's
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desk, a small act of calculated
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defiance.
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From the kitchen, I watched as
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paramedics transported Green out the
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front door and into the waiting
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ambulance. Another police woman led
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Alice, now clad in a robe and sneakers,
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into the living room, keeping her
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separate from me.
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Sergeant Hayden joined me in the kitchen
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with a plain clothed detective, an
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older, slender man named John Dempster.
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I knew him from my days as a criminal
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defense lawyer. He was a good man, and I
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trusted him. "I'm sorry for what
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happened," he said, his voice low. "Do
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you recognize the man you struck?" "He's
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my wife's boss, Simon Green," I said,
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the words a bitter taste in my mouth. I
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told him all I knew about Green, married
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with kids, a man I had only met in
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passing at company events.
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He asked me to recount the events, and I
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told him everything, leaving no detail
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out. "So you struck him on the rear
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first," he said, his eyes shrewd. Then
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again with the intent to injure. "He
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threatened me," I said, a flicker of the
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rage returning. He threatened to take
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the baton and use it on me. Then he
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charged at me, roaring. I aimed for his
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cheek, but he ducked. Dempster nodded.
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Your wife isn't implicated. We're
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testing her for medication. She should
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corroborate your story once she's lucid.
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He then pointed to the phone on the
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desk. This belonged to Green. Why is it
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here? I used it to call 911, I
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explained, and then left it open on the
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desk. He had a crime scene technician
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take the phone. We walked back into the
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living room where Alice sat, still in a
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daysaze. A medic was with her. "Mrs.
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Jenkins is in shock," the medic
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explained. "We're taking her to the
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county hospital as a precaution."
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As they prepared to leave, Alice's eyes
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met mine. A single tear trickled down
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her cheek. "I'm so sorry, Timmy," she
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whispered. Her voice a fragile thing.
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Then she was gone, swallowed up by the
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ambulance and a world that no longer
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felt like mine.
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I trailed behind the ambulance in my
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car. my mind a whirlwind of confusion
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and anger.
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I called Alice's parents, giving them a
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brief, sanitized version of the events.
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Alice and I had been together for 6
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years since she was a fresh out of
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college 21-year-old.
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I had loved her. Our life, our love
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making, our future plans had all felt
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solid, a rock steady foundation.
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But in an instant, everything had
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changed. At the hospital, I found
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Green's wife in the waiting area. I
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approached her, a hollow feeling in my
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gut. "Hello, Mrs. Green," I said. "I'm
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Tim Jenkins. My wife, Alice, works for
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your husband's company." Her face, a
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mask of worry, hardened with dawning
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realization. "Ah," she said, her voice a
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brittle whisper. "You're the one. They
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were discovered together, weren't they?
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In your bedroom."
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She seemed to be a woman who had seen
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this before.
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My husband has been acting oddly lately,
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she confessed. He's been preoccupied
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with your wife.
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The words were a fresh wound. I went to
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Alice's room. She was asleep, her face
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pale and drawn. A doctor, Dr. Moore,
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came in and explained that Alice was in
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a shockinduced unconsciousness due to
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mental trauma.
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She'll likely wake in 3 to 4 hours, she
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said.
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I stayed, a silent guardian over the
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woman who had betrayed me. I called
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Alice's parents again, and her mother,
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Janie, implored me to give her a chance
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to explain. I promised I would, but in
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my heart, I knew. After an hour, I
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returned to the emergency room, but she
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was still in the same space, concealed
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behind a curtain. I decided I wouldn't
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let my presence in the room delay her
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regaining her consciousness.
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When she did, Dr. Moore was there and I
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could hear their conversation. I messed
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up badly, Alice whispered. And Simon,
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"How is he?" "Tim hit him." "It was a
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gamble he lost. Maybe I will, too." I
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pushed the curtain aside and walked in.
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"I'll take you home soon," I said, my
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voice flat. "We'll talk there." The
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drive home was a silent, tearfilled 10
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minutes. When we got to the house, it
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was eerily clean. The police had secured
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the scene and left. Upstairs, our
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bedroom was a disaster. A crime scene
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with a section of carpet removed where
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Simon had fallen. "I went back
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downstairs to find Alice in the rocking
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chair. Her face a pale tear streaked
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canvas of guilt and fear." "What
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happened, Alice?" I asked, sitting on
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the sofa, a chasm of 6 feet separating
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us. "I thought everything was okay."
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It's complicated, Timmy," she said, her
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voice barely a whisper. He started
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making flirtatious remarks. I was
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flattered and he's attractive. I found
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myself intrigued.
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She admitted that she had wanted to see
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where it would lead. He said he'd always
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desired me and that I was routine to
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you, but exciting and new to him. The
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thought of it turned me on. "Did you
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ever think to talk to me about this?" I
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asked, the words a raw, painful ache in
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my throat.
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She buried her face in her hands. "What
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could I have said?"
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"I'm considering cheating for some
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excitement," she sobbed. "I was
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terrified when you showed up. That look
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on your face. It wasn't anger or hatred.
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It was just the same."
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I thought the cops should have spoken to
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her first, so I was trying to not let
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that happen. It was a stupid mistake and
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a gamble I lost. Simon and I kissed in
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his car two days ago.
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But this was supposed to be the first
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and only time.
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I looked at her at the woman who was my
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wife and a stranger all at once.
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Alice, I saw the video. It all began
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when he followed you upstairs. You threw
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him on the floor in a moment of lust and
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excitement. That's what the video
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showed. You wanted it, too. I don't buy
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that this was your first time. Her
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silence was a deafening admission. I
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couldn't trust her. I couldn't trust
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anything she said. "I need time to
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process this," I said, my voice a hollow
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echo in the empty living room. "If I
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acted on my feelings now, we'd be headed
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for divorce. I can't erase what I saw."
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"I love you, Timmy," she pleaded, her
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tears now a torrent. "I'm so sorry
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you're hurting." "The woman I loved
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would never have done this," I said, my
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voice breaking. "Maybe you're a similar
13:48
person, maybe not. But you're not the
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woman I loved. I feel like our entire
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life together has been a lie. The only
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question is how much of a lie. With
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that, I walked upstairs, gathered a few
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things from our shared bedroom, and
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moved into the guest room, a new cold
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space that was now mine. Our separation
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had begun.