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Aug 12, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories He Caught His Wife Cheating… But the Truth Was Even More Shocking | Storytime Stateside Dave’s life was on cruise control — until one afternoon, he came home early and discovered his wife in bed with another man. But instead of rage, Dave chose something far more dangerous: precision. A stun grenade, a cover story, and a twist that even he didn’t see coming. This gripping short story blends psychological suspense with emotional depth as one man faces betrayal — and learns the truth isn't always black and white. 🔥 Watch to the end for the emotional twist that changes everything. ⚠️ Contains mature themes. Viewer discretion advised. 📢 Leave a comment: What would you have done in his place?
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The day had started like any other. I
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was in my garage, surrounded by the
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familiar scent of oil and gasoline. My
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two mechanics, Mike and Pete, were bent
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over an engine block while I was lost in
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thought.
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For weeks, my mind had been drifting to
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my wife, Kate. She had recently quit her
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job as a high-powered attorney, a
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pre-baby vacation before we tried for a
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family. Our lives, once a constant,
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vibrant rhythm of work and passion, had
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slowed to a near halt. She was either
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bored, tired, or just emotionally
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distant. I missed the days when our bed
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life was spontaneous, a chaotic
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whirlwind of affection. I felt a pang of
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guilt, a sense that I hadn't been giving
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her enough attention. A decision was
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made. I would go home right now and
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surprise her. I'd reignite the spark. I
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told Mike and Pete I was leaving early.
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a rare occurrence. My heart pounded with
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a mix of anticipation and desire as I
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pulled out of the garage. But as I
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turned onto our street, I saw an
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unfamiliar car in the driveway. The car
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wasn't the problem. It was the
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sickening, unmistakable sound of
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pleasure that met me when I unlocked the
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front door. My heart sank, and a cold
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dread washed over me. I stood there,
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rooted to the spot, listening to the
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betrayal echoing down my stairs. My
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training kicked in, a precaution from my
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time in the Army Reserve National Guard.
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I always had a small recording device in
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my pocket. I pulled it out, heart
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pounding, and tiptoed up the stairs. I
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had to see it to know it wasn't a
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nightmare.
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I peeked through the bedroom door. Yes,
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it was Kate. And yes, it was some guy I
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didn't recognize, naked and happy on our
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bed. It was the hardest thing I had ever
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done. But I turned away. The desire to
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rip them apart waring with a cold, clear
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voice that told me to stay calm.
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I slumped down outside the door,
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devastated, listening as their ecstatic
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sounds faded into a low conversation.
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The betrayal was just as painful in
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whispers as it was in screams. I had to
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leave to think to avoid a trial, a
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prison sentence, and a lifelong regret.
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I tiptoed back downstairs, sat on the
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sofa, and with my mind detached from my
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heart, I formulated a plan. I needed to
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get him out to confront her and to end
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this without a trial. I needed a shock
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weapon. My mind went back to a small
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device I had discovered during my time
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in the guard, a stun grenade.
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It was designed for hostage rescue, a
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small canister that could produce an 8
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million candle power flash and a 170
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decel shock wave. It wouldn't cause
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serious harm, but it would incapacitate
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and disorient.
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It was perfect.
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I took a deep breath and walked up the
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stairs, my heart as cold and hard as the
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metal grenade in my pocket. I walked
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into the bedroom, my body on autopilot,
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and attached the stun grenade to the
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light fixture. With a practiced motion,
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I pulled the pin, dropped it into my
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pocket, and walked out the door. I
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pressed my fingers into my ears, and
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closed my eyes. But the blast still hit
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me. The flash was blinding even through
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my eyelids, and the shockwave rattled my
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teeth. I jumped back into the room,
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ready to act. But the scene I found was
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nothing like what I had expected. The
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man lay on the bed, writhing, his hands
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clutching his groin. Below his waist,
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there was a gruesome, jagged wound. Kate
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lay on the floor, her eyes wide, her
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mouth a gape. A single piece of a tongue
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lay on the floor. In the frantic chaos
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of the postb blast shock, she had bitten
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it off. My plan had gone horribly,
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horribly wrong. I recovered the
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detonator, threw it in a trash can on my
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walk back, and sped to the garage. I
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needed an alibi. I called Mike and Pete,
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my two trusted mechanics.
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They rushed to my side, sensing my
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distress. I gave them the condensed,
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horrifying version of the story. Mike
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was the first to break. a nervous laugh
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escaping his lips. Soon we were all
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howling, the absurd dark humor of the
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situation consuming us. I rubbed oily
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rags on my face and hands, put on old
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overalls, and waited.
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I was ready for the police. When they
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arrived, I feigned shock. I told them I
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had been at the garage all day, a quick
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10-minute coffee run aside, and my
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mechanics, Mike and Pete, backed me up.
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They asked about John Barton, the man I
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now knew as the lover, and I denied ever
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meeting him. They were thorough,
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searching my house, but they found
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nothing. My security cameras only
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covered the doors, not the side of the
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house I had used. My alibi was solid.
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The next few days were a blur of media
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frenzy, police visits, and quiet
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despair.
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The story of infidelity and a man losing
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his manhood was a media circus. I had
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feigned ignorance to the police, but I
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needed to know the truth. I found my
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phone, the one I had left recording
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outside the bedroom door. I downloaded
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the audio file to my computer and ran it
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through an amplifier.
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I listened to a conversation that both
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confirmed my worst fears and shattered
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my anger. It was fantastic, I heard Kate
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say, her voice full of a heartbreaking
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cheerfulness. The past week has been
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great. Does this really have to end
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today? the lover responded. My offer
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still stands. I will divorce Sarah and
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marry you. No, Kate replied, a genuine
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softness in her voice. I love Dave too
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much to hurt him like that. He is a
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great husband and will be a good father.
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I want nothing more than to die in his
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arms, surrounded by our grandchildren.
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I listened, stunned, as she explained
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her infidelity was a last harrah, a
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final act of rebellion before she
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settled into a life of domesticity.
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The problem, she concluded, wasn't our
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love or my affection. It was her. I
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turned off the recording. My anger had
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evaporated, replaced by a profound,
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heartbreaking sadness.
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My wife was a good woman who had done a
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terrible thing for a terrible reason. In
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the end, she wrote me a letter from the
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hospital. She expressed her shame, her
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sorrow, her love. She begged me for
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forgiveness, telling me she knew she had
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lost my love and respect forever.
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Her words, full of raw honesty and a
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heartbreaking acceptance of her fate,
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finally pierced the cold, hard shell I
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had built around my heart. I immediately
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sent pajamas to the hospital.
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I smiled faintly, a ghost of the man I
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used to be. The media frenzy had passed.
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The police had closed the case, and my
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wife was gone.
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But I had my truth, my alibi, and a
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small, unsettling piece of evidence that
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had explained everything.
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Now, where were Mick and Pete's phone
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numbers? I owed them a beer.