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 screamed: *Why is she so late?*
The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second dragging. It was late. Far too late.
Then, headlights cut through the dark.
A sleek black car pulled up outside. My breath caught. A man was behind the wheeltall, confident, someone I didnt recognise.
The passenger door opened.
And she stepped out.
Something inside me shattered.
She was smiling, with an ease that turned my blood cold. She leaned into the window, said something, and the man laughed. *Laughed.*
Then she shut the door and walked calmly toward the house.
Every muscle in my body tensed.
*Who was he? How long had this been going on? How could I have been so blind?*
The door opened, and she strolled in, tossing her handbag onto the table like it was nothing.
Who was that? I demanded, my voice tight.
She paused, frowning. Who was *who*?
The man in the car. Who is he?
She sighed, annoyed. James, dont start. That was Daniel, Emmas husband. He gave me a lift because it was late. Are we really going to argue about this?
But I wasnt listening.
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 left.
The next morning, a solicitor knocked with divorce papers.
The court took everythingeven my son.
I put up with your jealousy for years, she said, her voice icy. But violence? Never.
I begged for forgiveness. 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 abusive toward 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.
Full custody went to her.
I got scrapsa few hours a week. Supervised visits in a neutral place.
No nights together. No mornings making him breakfast.
For six months, I lived for those moments.
For the way hed run into my arms, hug me tight, and whisper how much he missed me.
And then, every time, Id have to watch him leave.
Until one day, he said something that broke me completely.
He was growing up. Starting to notice things.
As we played with his toy cars, he said casually, Daddy, Mummy wasnt home yesterday. A lady came to look after me.
My chest tightened.
What lady? I asked, my throat dry.
Dunno. She comes when Mummy goes out at night.
I couldnt breathe.
Where does Mummy go?
He shrugged. She doesnt tell me.
My hands balled into fists.
I had to know the truth.
And when I found out, something inside me snapped.
Shed hired a babysitter.
A stranger.
While I begged for more time with my son, she left him with someone she barely knew.
I called her immediately.
Why is our son with a stranger when Im right here?
Her voice was cold. Detached. Because its easier.
Easier?! My breath came hard. Im his father! If youre not there, he should be with me.
She sighed impatiently. James, stop making a scene. Im not dragging him to your place every time I have plans.
My knuckles turned white gripping the phone.
What could I do? Report her? Fight in court?
What if I lost again?
One mistake.
One moment of rage.
And Id lost everything.
But my son
I wont lose him.
I wont let a stranger raise him.
Ill fight.
Because hes all I have left.
