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My Wife’s Affair, My Son’s Betrayal, and a Web of Lies | TRUE STORY
After 20 years working on offshore oil rigs, I thought I had built a stable, secure life for my family. Early retirement, financial freedom, and a peaceful home awaited me—or so I thought. A sudden hurricane sends me home early, only to discover a twisted web of betrayal, lies, and hidden truths that would tear my world apart.
From a shocking affair between my wife and our neighbor, to my son’s forbidden relationship, to uncovering cash, drugs, and a man with a fake identity—this story isn't fiction. It’s a raw, painful journey of loss, resilience, and ultimate redemption.
This is my story. This is what happens when the truth refuses to stay buried.
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0:00 - Intro: Life on the Rig
2:13 - The Hurricane Hits
5:07 - Coming Home Early
8:15 - The Text That Shattered Everything
14:42 - The Web of Lies Unravels
22:36 - A Father's Decision
28:00 - The Police, The Proof, and The Fallout
33:59 - A New Life Begins
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0:00
The roar of the oil rig was the
0:01
soundtrack to my life. For 20 years, the
0:05
rhythmic thrum of the immense machinery,
0:07
the salty sting of the ocean spray, and
0:10
the rough huneed camaraderie of the crew
0:12
had been my second home. Every drilled
0:15
well, every laid pipeline was a promise
0:18
to my family, a step toward a future I
0:20
was building brick by brick, paycheck by
0:22
paycheck. Despite the long separations,
0:25
the constant danger, and the crushing
0:27
pressure to perform, I kept my eyes on
0:29
the prize. An early retirement and a
0:32
life spent with the people I loved most.
0:34
This time, the sea had other plans. It
0:38
had been over a year since I last slept
0:40
in my own bed, and the thought of
0:42
sinking into my soft mattress was a
0:44
fantasy I had savored for weeks. But a
0:47
massive hurricane, a churning beast of
0:49
wind and water, was bearing down on us.
0:52
My decision was swift and
0:54
non-negotiable. Shut down all five rigs
0:57
spaced 20 nautical miles apart and
0:59
evacuate the crew. The shutdown was a
1:02
symphony of precision and coordination,
1:04
a dance between man and nature. Once the
1:07
rigs were secured, the last of us were
1:09
airlifted back to shore, leaving the
1:11
machinery to the mercy of the storm. My
1:14
return home was an unscheduled surprise.
1:17
I wasn't due for time off, but the slow,
1:20
deliberate path of the hurricane meant I
1:21
could be home for a few months. The
1:24
timing was a godsend. My job as an
1:26
expert in angle drilling had paid off
1:28
handsomely, tripling my base salary over
1:31
the last 3 years.
1:33
5 years ago, after a promotion, my wife
1:36
Shauna and I had agreed to a plan for
1:38
early retirement.
1:39
I split my paycheck three ways. maxing
1:42
out my 401k, investing 25% with a
1:45
broker, and putting the rest into our
1:47
bank account to pay off the mortgage.
1:50
Our security was built on smart, steady
1:53
investments in tech giants like Google
1:55
and Amazon and reliable blue chip
1:58
stocks. The hurricane was a constant,
2:00
lowgrade worry, but it was also a
2:03
shield. I had helped create the safety
2:05
procedures we were following, a direct
2:07
response to the BP disaster years ago.
2:11
A few million dollars in prevention now
2:13
saved billions in lawsuits and human
2:15
lives later. My days were spent
2:17
monitoring the storm's slow progress,
2:20
knowing that the longer it lingered, the
2:22
more time I had at home. Our neighbors,
2:24
Jack and Jasmine Parsons, had been a
2:26
fixture in our lives since Shauna was
2:28
pregnant with our first child, Hunter.
2:31
We later had two more, Alan and Sarah,
2:34
who were now almost grown.
2:36
Jack and Jasmine, who were unable to
2:38
have children of their own, became like
2:40
an aunt and uncle to our kids, spoiling
2:42
them with gifts and affection.
2:45
Jack, a bit of a liar and lacking class,
2:48
was a smoothtalking wholesaler who
2:50
seemed to pay for everything in cash.
2:53
Jasmine, on the other hand, was one of
2:55
the most beautiful women I had ever
2:57
seen, a respected reporter and assistant
3:00
editor for the local newspaper, serving
3:02
on several community boards.
3:05
We were an unlikely group of friends, an
3:08
interracial family who had found common
3:10
ground in our shared love for our
3:11
children and our community. As I waited
3:13
at the Tampa airport for my flight to
3:15
St. Louis, a text from my daughter Sarah
3:18
pulled me from my thoughts. "Dad, can
3:21
you call me?" After 14 months away, the
3:24
distance from my family was a dull ache.
3:27
I called immediately. "Hi, Dad," she
3:30
said, her voice small and tired. "What's
3:33
up, Buttercup?" I asked, using the
3:35
nickname that made her smile.
3:38
Okay, here goes. She began a shaky
3:41
breath audible on the other end.
3:43
Hunter's in the hospital with a bullet
3:45
wound. Uncle Jack is in jail for
3:47
attempted homicide. And Aunt Jasmine is
3:49
pregnant. I was stunned. The words
3:53
didn't make sense. A jumble of disaster
3:55
and confusion.
3:57
Are you serious?
3:59
You said you wanted the bare facts, she
4:01
replied, her voice steadying. But
4:03
there's more you need to know before you
4:05
talk to mom. She might tell you a
4:07
different version of the story. She's
4:10
involved in all of this. My mind raced.
4:13
Okay, Buttercup. I'm about to catch a
4:15
plane to St. Louis. I'll take the first
4:18
flight back to Cape in the morning. Skip
4:20
school. I'll take a taxi home. Your mom
4:23
will be at work. Dad, that's great, but
4:26
mom's in New York. She said Macy's
4:29
called all their store managers in for a
4:31
meeting. Has she been informed? I asked,
4:34
my voice tight. No, Sarah said. I'm
4:38
still at the hospital waiting to hear
4:40
from the doctor. I called you first
4:42
because I thought you should know. I
4:44
don't want to involve mom until we've
4:46
talked.
4:48
Tell the billing department. I'll bring
4:49
our medical cards in the morning, I
4:51
said, my mind already a thousand miles
4:54
away.
4:55
Thanks for texting me, Buttercup. I love
4:57
you. See you in the morning. As I walked
5:01
through security, the news replayed in
5:03
my mind. The pieces didn't fit. The
5:07
family I had been building and providing
5:08
for was a house of cards, and a single
5:11
text message had blown it all down. The
5:13
3-hour layover in St. Louis felt like a
5:15
lifetime. The airport was a frustrating
5:18
maze of long halls and no indoor smoking
5:20
areas.
5:22
As I stood outside, a familiar voice cut
5:25
through the noise. Hey, Harold. It's
5:27
been a while. I turned to see Gus, a
5:30
face from my past, a man I hadn't seen
5:33
since high school. "Gus," I said, a
5:37
smile breaking through my grim facade.
5:39
"You never quit since high school." "Got
5:42
me," he laughed. "For an old fart like
5:44
me, you're looking good. Where you
5:46
headed?" "Back to the Cape where the
5:49
wife and kids are," I said, a bitter
5:51
irony in my words. "Got sent home
5:54
because of the weather." "You still
5:57
doing that?" he joked. "When you going
5:59
to quit being a redneck and get a real
6:00
job?" "I'm working on retirement," I
6:04
said, a new resolve hardening in my
6:06
voice. "Maybe sooner than you think. I'm
6:10
planning to find something that keeps me
6:11
home at night." "You married Shauna
6:14
Richards?" he asked, surprised. "Yeah,"
6:17
I said. "Met her when I was working on
6:19
the rigs in Texas during a break. She
6:21
was in business college then." "I'm
6:24
surprised," Gus said. My younger sister
6:26
and Shauna were close in high school.
6:29
Back then, they were only interested in
6:31
African-Amean guys.
6:33
My sister married one, but he left her
6:35
after their second child. It was tough
6:37
for a while, but now she's a lawyer and
6:39
doing well.
6:41
We talked for a few minutes more,
6:43
catching up on old friends, their lives,
6:45
and their careers. Then I was on the
6:48
last leg of my journey home. Gus's
6:50
words, a new, unsettling piece of a
6:53
puzzle I was desperate to solve.
6:55
The taxi dropped me off at the familiar
6:57
quiet house. Sarah hugged me tightly,
7:00
her small frame shaking with a mix of
7:02
exhaustion and emotion. After a quick
7:04
greeting, we got down to the brutal
7:06
facts. "Dad," she began, her voice a
7:09
whisper.
7:11
"Over the last 2 years, I noticed
7:13
changes in mom's routine. I thought it
7:15
was just her promotion, but one Friday
7:17
night, I saw her with my own eyes. She
7:20
was having a romantic dinner with Uncle
7:22
Jack.
7:24
My heart sank.
7:26
I told Hunter, she continued, her voice
7:28
gaining strength. He and some friends
7:30
investigated. They found Uncle Jack was
7:33
renting an apartment where he met his
7:34
lover. It was mom. Hunter broke the news
7:37
to Aunt Jasmine. The story unfolded. A
7:40
slow, agonizing reveal of a shattered
7:43
reality.
7:45
Aunt Jasmine turned to Hunter for
7:46
support and they became lovers. Sarah
7:49
said the words a hammer blow to my
7:51
chest.
7:52
He told me last night it's been going on
7:54
for over a year and the child Jasmine is
7:57
carrying is his. I poured myself a stiff
8:01
drink, my hands shaking.
8:03
How long have your mother and Uncle Jack
8:05
been involved?
8:07
At least 18 months, she said quietly.
8:10
They were already involved the last time
8:12
you were home. What led to Hunter
8:14
getting shot?
8:15
Mom wasn't there to meet Uncle Jack, she
8:17
explained. So, he went home and found
8:20
Jasmine and Hunter in bed together. In
8:22
the heat of the argument, Uncle Jack
8:24
accidentally shot Hunter.
8:26
The picture was now sickeningly clear.
8:29
"I had been building a life for a family
8:31
that no longer existed." "The path to
8:35
resolution."
8:36
"What are you going to do?" Sarah asked,
8:39
her eyes wide with fear. "I'm going to
8:41
rent a car and stay at a hotel," I said,
8:44
my voice flat. "I can't stay here. When
8:47
I return, we'll take care of a few
8:49
things. I want you to call your mother
8:51
tonight with your phone on speaker so I
8:53
can record it for my lawyer.
8:55
Sarah started to cry, her silent tears a
8:58
testament to the pain her mother's
9:00
choices had caused. "I've been dreading
9:02
this day," she sobbed. "I prayed it
9:05
would go away, but it only got worse."
9:08
"Buttercup, if that's what you want,
9:10
I'll make it happen," I assured her.
9:12
"I'm home for at least 2 months, so I
9:14
have time to find a place and a new job.
9:16
For now, let's keep it quiet that I'm
9:18
home.
9:20
You mean it, don't you?" she asked, a
9:22
sliver of hope in her voice. "Yes," I
9:25
said. "But it might mean changing
9:27
schools."
9:29
Sarah hugged me so tightly it hurt. A
9:32
small fierce act of trust that grounded
9:34
me in the face of this emotional storm.
9:37
Before we left, a text from Jasmine came
9:39
through. "I need to explain things to
9:41
you." "I know," I replied. "We'll
9:45
contact you after I've taken care of a
9:46
few things. My daughter is upset and
9:49
needs me now. At the car rental place, I
9:52
chose a small, inconspicuous vehicle,
9:55
something my wife would never expect me
9:56
to drive. We checked into a cheap motel
9:59
in Marble Hill, far enough away to avoid
10:01
being found. At the hospital, we handled
10:05
the insurance paperwork and over lunch,
10:07
Hunter called Sarah. He was with Jasmine
10:09
and knew I was home. Sarah told him to
10:12
keep it quiet for now. Our next stop was
10:15
a real estate office. Nothing caught my
10:17
interest, but I made plans to view some
10:19
houses on Friday.
10:21
Back at the motel, I called my superiors
10:24
and explained my situation, telling them
10:26
that after 20 years, I might have to
10:28
quit because my daughter, a minor,
10:31
wanted to live with me. I also set up an
10:34
appointment with a lawyer for Monday. My
10:37
accounts were secure. The house was paid
10:39
off. Divorce seemed straightforward.
10:42
Buttercup, I'll be back soon, I told
10:44
Sarah. I'm going to talk with Jasmine to
10:47
hear her side. At Jasmine's house, the
10:49
stress was etched on her beautiful face.
10:51
She poured me a drink, her hands
10:53
trembling slightly.
10:55
"I'm sorry, Harold," she said. "You
10:58
shouldn't have come home to this mess."
11:00
"Start from the beginning," I said. She
11:03
showed me photos on her phone,
11:05
confirming the timeline Sarah had given
11:07
me, Jack and my wife together, a
11:09
sickening visual proof of my betrayal.
11:12
Jasmine, could you text me those
11:14
images?" I asked, my voice low and
11:17
steady. I'll need them for the divorce.
11:20
Her eyes widened when I told her about
11:22
my wife's dating history. Maybe those
11:24
touches over the years weren't as
11:26
innocent as we thought," she said. "But
11:29
how did you and Hunter end up together?"
11:31
She looked at me, her eyes filled with a
11:33
raw, honest pain. "He's like you,
11:36
Harold. He supported me. Gave me
11:39
strength." One night, after a bit of
11:41
wine, I kissed him and he kissed back.
11:45
That kiss was filled with more love than
11:47
I'd felt in years. Our closeness grew,
11:50
and about 6 months ago, we crossed the
11:52
line. It wasn't revenge. It just
11:55
happened. I understood. My long absences
11:59
had created the same distance with my
12:01
wife. We were married, but we were
12:04
strangers.
12:06
Each time I came home, we had to rebuild
12:08
our connection. only for me to leave
12:10
again for months on end. Thank you for
12:13
your honesty, I said, a weary acceptance
12:16
settling over me. I'll let Hunter decide
12:19
what's best for both of you. He's been
12:21
independent for a long time, and I'll
12:23
support whatever you two decide. Jasmine
12:26
then revealed that Jack had been served
12:28
divorce papers, which triggered his
12:30
reaction.
12:31
The shooting suddenly made sense.
12:34
Jack, a man who always lost his temper
12:37
when things didn't go his way, had
12:39
violated a court order and found his
12:41
wife with my son. I knew he carried a
12:43
weapon for protection due to his work as
12:45
a wholesaler. I left with what I needed,
12:48
the truth from Jasmine and proof that
12:50
the affair started before Hunter got
12:52
involved. Back at the motel, I shared
12:55
everything with Sarah. Dad, that makes
12:58
sense. She said, "Hunter has always been
13:01
mature for his age. The photos and what
13:03
he told me back it up. He's always dated
13:06
older women. I'm partly to blame, I
13:09
said. With me away so much, he stepped
13:12
up as the man of the house. I wasn't
13:14
much older than him when he was born.
13:17
Dad, should I call mom and let her know
13:19
what's going on? Sarah asked. First,
13:23
find an app that can record your calls,
13:25
I suggested.
13:26
After she found one, we both downloaded
13:29
it. The phone rang three times before
13:31
Shauna answered. "Sarah put the call on
13:34
speaker." "Mom, I need a note for
13:37
missing school today," Sarah said. "Why
13:39
did you miss school? Are you sick?"
13:41
Shauna asked. "No," Sarah said firmly.
13:45
"I was at the hospital with Hunter last
13:47
night and was too exhausted to go to
13:49
school." "What happened to Hunter?"
13:51
Shauna demanded. "He was shot in the
13:54
shoulder at close range," Sarah stated.
13:57
A long, agonizing pause followed.
14:00
How did that happen? Shauna asked, her
14:02
voice laced with fear. Don't leave
14:04
anything out. It happened because you
14:07
weren't where you usually are on
14:08
Wednesday afternoons, Sarah said, a
14:11
quiet ferocity in her voice.
14:13
You were at 644 Morgan Avenue, apartment
14:16
4, with Uncle Jack. The silence from
14:20
Shauna was deafening. How long have you
14:22
known? She finally whispered. Almost
14:25
from the start, Sarah said. Hunter
14:28
followed up and found your love nest,
14:29
even taking Jasmine there to catch you
14:31
both in the act. The pictures are pretty
14:33
graphic. I could hear Shauna sobbing,
14:37
her composure finally breaking.
14:40
I'll be flying home Saturday morning. We
14:42
need to talk before your father gets
14:44
home. "Mom, there's more," Sarah said, a
14:48
subtle cue that she was acting on my
14:49
instructions.
14:51
Uncle Jack was served divorce papers at
14:53
your love nest last Wednesday. He went
14:56
home in a rage and found Jasmine and
14:57
Hunter together. He shot Hunter.
15:01
I gave Sarah a thumbs up, a silent
15:03
signal of my pride. "So, Mom, do I tell
15:06
Dad or should he find out from the news
15:08
tomorrow?"
15:10
"Give me a few minutes to gather my
15:12
thoughts and I'll call him myself,"
15:13
Shauna said. "Okay, Mom," Sarah said
15:16
before adding the final devastating
15:18
blow. "By the way, you're going to be a
15:20
grandmother. Jasmine is 3 months
15:22
pregnant, and Hunter is the father.
15:24
Also, Jasmine plans to serve you with
15:27
papers when you get home. The phone went
15:29
dead. I poured two sour mashes, one for
15:32
Sarah, one for me. "You handled yourself
15:35
better than most adults," I said,
15:37
handing her the glass. "I'm proud of
15:39
you, Buttercup. We waited for my phone
15:42
to ring. When it did, I let it go to
15:44
voicemail." "Harold, it's a mess here,"
15:48
Shauna's voice, strained and panicked,
15:49
said on the recording. Jack accidentally
15:52
shot Hunter and we need to talk. Sarah
15:54
brought her laptop to the kitchen table.
15:57
The headline on the local newspaper
15:59
website read, "Husband shoots wife's
16:01
lover." The story detailed everything,
16:04
exposing the relationships between all
16:06
of us. But the biggest shock was
16:09
learning that Jack Parsons wasn't his
16:11
real name. He was Raymond John Smith, a
16:14
man with a record for petty theft and an
16:16
outstanding warrant.
16:18
The pieces finally clicked into place. I
16:21
called the police, told them about
16:23
Jack's tool truck, and suggested they
16:25
search it.
16:27
Then I called Gus, a long shot that paid
16:30
off.
16:32
His sister Ashley's ex-husband, a man
16:34
who owed 16 years of child support, was
16:37
named Raymond John Smith.
16:40
He's in jail in Cape Gerardo, I informed
16:42
his wife. And he was also having an
16:44
affair with my wife, Shauna Richards. I
16:47
sent a text to Jasmine.
16:50
I'm coming over. We need to talk. When I
16:52
arrived, Jasmine was already there. The
16:55
newspaper article on her computer
16:56
screen. They knew from the beginning,
16:59
she said, tears streaming down her face.
17:02
Shauna's high school best friend. They
17:04
were reliving their glory days. I
17:07
realized then that there was a deeper
17:09
level of betrayal. Ladies, I think we
17:12
should go through everything in our
17:13
homes. I suggested something's missing.
17:17
My gut feeling was right. In my attic, I
17:20
found five large garbage bags. The first
17:22
one I opened split open, spilling
17:25
bundles of $20 bills across the garage
17:27
floor.
17:29
There were four more bags of cash and a
17:31
sixth bag containing Jack's ledger. I
17:34
immediately called the police, who sent
17:35
a patrol car. I then went to Jasmine's
17:38
house and in her attic found a chest
17:40
full of cocaine.
17:42
The police took everything and the
17:44
detective informed me they would be
17:46
taking Shauna into custody for
17:47
questioning when she returned on
17:49
Saturday. I had been blind to my wife's
17:51
actions, but now a new path was opening
17:54
up. I made an offer on a newly built
17:57
house, a fresh start for Sarah and me.
18:00
Jasmine, now living in Hunter's
18:02
apartment for safety, had her marriage
18:04
to Jack anulled. She and Hunter were
18:07
living together, a new strange family
18:09
unit forged in the fire of betrayal.
18:12
As I stood with my daughter and my son,
18:14
now a man, I looked at them, a weary
18:18
acceptance in my heart. I may not like
18:21
what your mother did, but I wasn't there
18:23
for her because of my job, I said. A
18:25
painful truth hanging in the air.
18:28
Loneliness led her elsewhere.
18:30
If I ever have another relationship, my
18:33
lifestyle will have to change.
18:36
You don't hate her for what she's done?
18:38
Sarah asked, her voice filled with a
18:40
childlike confusion. I put work first
18:42
and left, raising you both to her, I
18:44
said. When you grew up, she had no one
18:47
giving her the attention she needed. I'm
18:50
sad, but I can't hate her or condemn
18:52
her. Besides, she may face bigger
18:56
problems now. If the police connect her
18:58
to what Jack was doing, she could end up
19:00
in prison, too. My life was a wreck, but
19:03
it was also a new beginning. I was home
19:05
and this time I was staying.