Jealousy Destroyed Me: When I Saw My Wife Step Out of Another Mans Car, I Lost Control and Ruined My Life
I stood by the window, fists clenched, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. The room was silent, but inside my head, one question echoed: *Why is she so late?*
The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second dragging.
It was late. Too late.
Then I saw headlights lighting up the street.
A sleek black car pulled up right outside the house. My breath caught. A man sat behind the wheeltall, confident, someone I didnt know.
Then the passenger door opened.
And *she* stepped out.
Something inside me shattered.
She was smiling, with a casual ease that sent a chill through me. She leaned into the window, said something to the driver, and he *laughed*.
Then she shut the door and strolled toward the house like it was nothing.
Every muscle in my body tensed.
*Who was that man? How long had this been going on? How could I have been so blind?*
The door opened, and she walked in, tossing her handbag onto the table without a care.
Who was that? I asked, my voice tight.
She stopped and frowned. Who was *who*?
The man in the car. Who is he?
She sighed, annoyed, as if I were asking something ridiculous.
William, dont start. That was James, Marthas husband. He gave me a lift because it was late. Are we really going to argue about this?
But I wasnt listening anymore.
My mind was spinning. My blood boiled.
And then my hand moved.
The slap echoed through the room.
She stumbled back, hand flying to her face. A trickle of blood ran from her nose.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Then I saw it in her eyes.
Not anger. Not pain. *Fear.*
I knew it was over.
No going back.
She didnt scream. Didnt cry.
Just grabbed her coat and walked out.
The next morning, a solicitor knocked on my door with divorce papers.
The court took everythingeven my son.
I put up with your jealousy for years, she told me later, her voice ice-cold. But violence? Never.
I begged her to forgive me. Swore it was a mistake. A moment of madness. That it would never happen again.
She didnt care.
Then came the final blowin court, she claimed I was aggressive with our son.
A lie.
A cruel, calculated lie. Id never laid a hand on him. Never raised my voice.
But who would believe me? A man whod already hit his wife.
The judge didnt hesitate.
She got full custody.
I got a few hours a week. Short visits in a neutral place.
No nights together. No mornings making him breakfast.
For six months, I lived for those moments.
For when hed run into my arms, hug me tight, and tell me how much he missed me.
And then, once again, Id have to watch him leave.
Until one day, he said something that shattered me completely.
The truth my five-year-old son revealed.
He was getting older. Starting to notice things.
One day, while playing with his toy cars, he let it slip:
Daddy, Mummy wasnt home last night. A lady came to stay with me.
My whole body stiffened.
What lady? I asked, my throat tight.
Dunno. She always comes when Mummy goes out at night.
I couldnt breathe.
Where does Mummy go?
He shrugged. She doesnt tell me.
My hands curled into fists.
I needed the truth.
And when I found it, something inside me snapped.
Shed hired a babysitter.
A stranger.
While I begged for more time with my son, she left him with someone Id never even met.
I called her immediately.
Why is our son with a stranger when Im *right here*?
Her voice was cold. Because its easier.
*Easier?!* My breath came heavy. Im his *father*! If youre not there, he should be with me.
She sighed impatiently. William, Im not dragging him to your place every time I have plans. Stop making a scene.
I gripped the phone so hard my knuckles turned white.
What could I do? Report her? Fight in court?
What if I lost *again*?
One mistake.
One moment of rage.
And they took everything from me.
But my son
I wont lose him.
I wont let a stranger raise him.
Ill fight.
Because hes all I have left.
