His Wife's Deadly Deception

His Wife's Deadly Deception

Gavin

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The memory of our eighth anniversary was burned into my mind, a perfect image of how my life fell apart. My wife, Olivia, tearfully confessed to a one-night stand, blaming her assistant, Leo. She even picked up a shard of broken wine glass and dragged it across her arm. I loved her, and consumed by my own pain and desperate to save our marriage, I chose to believe her. Two years later, Leo sat across from me in a coffee shop, smug, and ready to shatter my world. "She played you for a fool, Ethan," he said, sliding a thick manila envelope across the table. Inside were photographs: Olivia and Leo, together, smiling, happy. Three years. A timeline that meant she was with him even before she "confessed." Then came the final blow: "Our son, Ethan. He's a year old now. Looks just like me." My world tilted, every intimate moment, every shared smile, every "I love you" of the past three years twisting into a grotesque lie. When I confronted Olivia, her response was chilling, laced with a casual defiance that curdled my blood. "The Hayes family doesn't do divorce," she said, her voice dropping to a low, chilling tone. "We only get widowed." The woman I loved was a monster, seeing me as a tool, an obstacle in her elaborate scheme. Trapped, I knew I couldn't fight her family's power. There was only one person who could help me disappear so completely she would think I was dead. I dialed the number to my estranged sister, Sarah, the family ghost.

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The memory of our eighth anniversary was burned into my mind, a perfect image of how my life fell apart.

My wife, Olivia, tearfully confessed to a one-night stand, blaming her assistant, Leo.

She even picked up a shard of broken wine glass and dragged it across her arm.

I loved her, and consumed by my own pain and desperate to save our marriage, I chose to believe her.

Two years later, Leo sat across from me in a coffee shop, smug, and ready to shatter my world.

"She played you for a fool, Ethan," he said, sliding a thick manila envelope across the table.

Inside were photographs: Olivia and Leo, together, smiling, happy.

Three years. A timeline that meant she was with him even before she "confessed."

Then came the final blow: "Our son, Ethan. He's a year old now. Looks just like me."

My world tilted, every intimate moment, every shared smile, every "I love you" of the past three years twisting into a grotesque lie.

When I confronted Olivia, her response was chilling, laced with a casual defiance that curdled my blood.

"The Hayes family doesn't do divorce," she said, her voice dropping to a low, chilling tone. "We only get widowed."

The woman I loved was a monster, seeing me as a tool, an obstacle in her elaborate scheme.

Trapped, I knew I couldn't fight her family's power.

There was only one person who could help me disappear so completely she would think I was dead.

I dialed the number to my estranged sister, Sarah, the family ghost.

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