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  • Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Part 1: The Forgotten Phone

    “Alex, you’re forgetting something!” Amanda called to her husband as he headed to the front door.

    “Oh, god. Thanks, babe. What would I do without you?” He kissed her cheek and took the wallet. “Sorry for the rushed morning, but I’ll try to finish early so we can spend quality time together later…”

    After Amanda saw Alex off, she finished some chores and then slumped on the sofa for a break. She was watching TV when she heard Alex’s ringtone coming from somewhere close by. Amanda looked under the sofa cushion and found Alex’s phone.

    The caller ID showed an unknown number. Amanda was about to answer when it went to voicemail. A little boy’s voice came through the device:

    “Hi, Dad! I know you must be on your way already, but I wanted to say I’m waiting for you! Please come soon!”

    “Dad?” A chill ran down Amanda’s spine as she repeated the word.

    Amanda couldn’t call the unknown number back because she didn’t know the password to unlock Alex’s phone. Her heart sank as she began to suspect Alex had cheated on her. She called Alex’s assistant, Jerry, hoping to ease the worries in her heart and mind.

    “Hello, Jerry,” she said. “This is Amanda. Has Mr. Gibbs arrived yet?”

    “I think there’s some misunderstanding here, Mrs. Gibbs,” Jerry replied.

    “Mr. Gibbs isn’t here today. I’m filling in for him at the meetings.”

    Amanda’s heart dropped, but she maintained her composure. As the call ended, she buried her face in her palms. Amanda loved Alex. She wanted to trust him, but the boy who’d called and Alex’s absence from work both suggested he’d been lying to her.

    Suddenly, Amanda heard car tires on the gravel outside the house. The front door clicked open, and Alex rushed in, asking if she’d seen his phone.

    Part 2: Following the GPS

    Amanda’s blood was boiling. She wanted to confront him right then and there, but she knew he’d come up with a quick lie and get alert if he was really cheating on her. Instead, she rose from the sofa and smiled at him while hiding his phone.

    “I’ll check the bedroom!” Amanda said.

    She quickly disappeared to their bedroom and returned seconds later, pretending she’d found the phone there. Alex thanked her and immediately rushed out again. Amanda walked him to his car and sneakily dropped her fitness band with activated GPS into the car door pocket.

    Amanda waved goodbye, waited a few moments, then followed Alex.

    At first, Alex followed his usual route to the office. Amanda felt awful for doubting him until he suddenly turned in the opposite direction. Twenty minutes later, Alex parked outside a modest house in a town fifteen miles from their home.

    Amanda pulled over. She watched Alex retrieve a gift box from his trunk and enter the house. Her eyes bulged in horror when Alex returned with a little boy in his arms.

    Alex marched to the neighboring house, unlocked the door, and entered with the boy. Amanda snuck closer and peeped through the living room windows. Her stomach knotted as she watched Alex scoop the boy in his arms and kiss him on the cheek.

    Part 3: The Painful Confession

    “What’s going on, Alex? Who is this child?” Amanda yelled as she barged inside to confront her husband.

    “Daddy, who’s she?” The boy asked while Alex stared at her in shock.

    Amanda glared at them.

    “Why is this boy calling you Daddy, Alex? I saw everything, so you better not lie!”

    Alex sent the boy, Caleb, into another room and turned to face Amanda.

    “He’s my son, Amanda,” Alex admitted. “I should have told you before, but…I was scared. I have a second family. Caleb was with a neighbor while his mom was at work.”

    “Wow…” she said after a brief pause, trying not to choke on her tears. “So this is the important meeting you were talking about? How long has it been going on for, Alex? The boy looked old so…”

    “Four years,” he confessed. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what I’ve done is wrong…you can divorce me. I’ll give you half the property and everything. We can still be on good terms.”

    “You’ve really thought this through, huh?” Amanda hissed. “We’ve been married for years! How could you do this to us? I love you!”

    Alex hung his head. “No you don’t, Amanda. This…what our relationship has come to…is just dependency. I’d fix this if I could, but right now, all I can do is provide you with a way out of this mess. You can carry on with your life without me.”

    “Oh god, Alex!” she scoffed in disgust. “I should divorce you so you can live happily ever after with your new family? No woman can accept her husband’s infidelity and move on calmly! You won’t get away with this!”

    Part 4: The Twisted Revenge

    Amanda drove home in tears and retired to her bedroom with a wine bottle. While thinking about how to get her husband back, Amanda’s teenage son, Dylan, sat beside her and asked her what was wrong.

    “Your Dad cheated on me,” she said as she chugged the liquor.

    “Sorry, Mom. I should have told you about it before,” Dylan confessed.

    Amanda almost choked on the wine. “Told me before? What are you hiding from me, Dylan?”

    “Dad…he told me about his other family,” he confessed.

    “I couldn’t believe it. I asked him to tell you the truth, but we were worried you wouldn’t take it well.”

    “You should have told me, Dylan!” Amanda lashed out, unable to believe her son knew everything. “Instead, you kept me in the dark, and I feel so betrayed right now!”

    “I was protecting you, Mom! I love you, and I’m going to support you. I’ll keep you happy, Mom. Trust me!” He placed his hand on hers, but Amanda shoved it away.

    “What made you think that helping your dad cover an ugly truth would protect me, Dylan? My entire life is shattered now. You’re both traitors! I don’t want you here anymore. Get out!”

    Dylan stormed out of the house, leaving Amanda alone. She didn’t go after him. Amanda only cared about making Alex crawl back to her. She soon had an idea.

    Amanda drove to Alex’s office. She talked her way past his assistant and then began searching for a specific set of papers. Eventually, her attention was drawn to the safe beside the artificial Pico tree in the corner. She knelt before it, but it was password protected.

    Amanda tried several different passwords without success. Then her gaze landed on the photo frame on Alex’s table. She tried Dylan’s birth date, and the safe opened! She took the documents proving Alex had evaded taxes and went home.

    “I want to meet you, Alex,” she told him on the phone as she hid the documents. “I went through the safe in your office, so if you don’t agree, you’ll go to jail!”

    Amanda was sure Alex would come running after what she had told him, and she was right. He was there within 30 minutes.

    “What are you planning, Amanda?” he yelled as he stormed into the house.

    She tossed a copy of the documents before him. “If you don’t leave your other family and return to me, I’m taking these to the cops!”

    “Jesus!” he cried as he scanned the papers.

    “I can’t believe this…If I hadn’t done this, we’d never have afforded Dylan’s surgery, Amanda. And now you are using that against me??”

    “Those cops won’t care why you did it. Leave your second family or be ready to rot in prison!” she threatened him.

    “I can’t believe you are doing this…” Alex sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

    “AND I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER, MOM!”

    Dylan stood in the doorway. Amanda realized the horror of what she had done when she saw her son’s pale face, but he stepped away from her.

    “Don’t come close to me, Mom. I can’t believe what you just said! Thanks to Dad, I got that surgery, and I’m alive today. I don’t want to know you anymore!” Dylan spun around and dashed out of the house.

    “Are you happy now?” Alex scowled at her. “Do whatever the hell you want, Amanda. If I go to jail for such a ‘crime’ as saving my son’s life, so be it! But I’ll never come back to you!” Alex snapped as he left.

    Amanda cried all night. Her son hated her now, and it was all Alex’s fault. He’d betrayed her and broken their family. He didn’t deserve to live his life peacefully. As time ticked by, Amanda formed a wicked plan.

    The next day, Amanda visited the casino where she once worked as a croupier and asked to see her former boss, Mr. Rodriguez. She entered his office a few minutes later.

    “Amanda, darling! Welcome! Welcome!” Mr. Rodriguez rose to kiss her hand. “I never expected to see you here again. Is everything okay? Have a seat. Have a seat.”

    “I never thought I’d be returning here like this, either, but…I want you to contact some of your…’people’…for me,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I want to hire a hitman.”

    Mr. Rodriguez grew serious. “But whom? You know the drill, darlin’. You give me the information, and I get my guys on it.”

    Amanda placed Alex’s photo on the table.

    “This is my husband, Alex. Make it look like an accident. Car crash, fire, suicide…up to you. Money won’t be a problem. Rest assured of that.”

    Mr. Rodriguez looked at the photo, then at Amanda. “I know someone who’s perfectly skilled for our job, darling. My man will contact you.”

    A few days later, the contract killer contacted Amanda and told her to meet him at the park. Amanda arrived on time and sat on the bench the killer had mentioned. Around 15 minutes later, a man clad in black sat beside her.

    “Did you bring the money?” he asked.

    “Of course. Here.” Amanda handed him a trash bag containing $20,000. “Make it look like an accident! I don’t care how brutally he dies, just ensure the cops don’t suspect me! Most importantly, he should not survive!”

    The man rose and shook his head. “I pity you.”

    His words confused Amanda until a second man appeared beside her. He flashed her his police badge and handcuffed her, shocking her to the core.

    “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST for conspiring to commit the murder of your husband, Alex, Mrs. Gibbs.”

    Amanda panicked and looked at the killer she’d hired, confused. But things became clear when she met Dylan and Alex near the police cruiser.

    “Seriously, Amanda? You hired a hitman to get your stupid revenge? Just imagine what would have happened if the casino owner had not contacted the police!” Alex shook his head in disbelief. “Do you believe it now…that you don’t love me?”

    Dylan had tears in his eyes when Amanda looked at him. She lowered her head and avoided his eyes while sitting inside the police cruiser and asked the officer beside her to close the car door.

  • Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Part 1: The Forgotten Phone

    “Alex, you’re forgetting something!” Amanda called to her husband as he headed to the front door.

    “Oh, god. Thanks, babe. What would I do without you?” He kissed her cheek and took the wallet. “Sorry for the rushed morning, but I’ll try to finish early so we can spend quality time together later…”

    After Amanda saw Alex off, she finished some chores and then slumped on the sofa for a break. She was watching TV when she heard Alex’s ringtone coming from somewhere close by. Amanda looked under the sofa cushion and found Alex’s phone.

    The caller ID showed an unknown number. Amanda was about to answer when it went to voicemail. A little boy’s voice came through the device:

    “Hi, Dad! I know you must be on your way already, but I wanted to say I’m waiting for you! Please come soon!”

    “Dad?” A chill ran down Amanda’s spine as she repeated the word.

    Amanda couldn’t call the unknown number back because she didn’t know the password to unlock Alex’s phone. Her heart sank as she began to suspect Alex had cheated on her. She called Alex’s assistant, Jerry, hoping to ease the worries in her heart and mind.

    “Hello, Jerry,” she said. “This is Amanda. Has Mr. Gibbs arrived yet?”

    “I think there’s some misunderstanding here, Mrs. Gibbs,” Jerry replied.

    “Mr. Gibbs isn’t here today. I’m filling in for him at the meetings.”

    Amanda’s heart dropped, but she maintained her composure. As the call ended, she buried her face in her palms. Amanda loved Alex. She wanted to trust him, but the boy who’d called and Alex’s absence from work both suggested he’d been lying to her.

    Suddenly, Amanda heard car tires on the gravel outside the house. The front door clicked open, and Alex rushed in, asking if she’d seen his phone.

    Part 2: Following the GPS

    Amanda’s blood was boiling. She wanted to confront him right then and there, but she knew he’d come up with a quick lie and get alert if he was really cheating on her. Instead, she rose from the sofa and smiled at him while hiding his phone.

    “I’ll check the bedroom!” Amanda said.

    She quickly disappeared to their bedroom and returned seconds later, pretending she’d found the phone there. Alex thanked her and immediately rushed out again. Amanda walked him to his car and sneakily dropped her fitness band with activated GPS into the car door pocket.

    Amanda waved goodbye, waited a few moments, then followed Alex.

    At first, Alex followed his usual route to the office. Amanda felt awful for doubting him until he suddenly turned in the opposite direction. Twenty minutes later, Alex parked outside a modest house in a town fifteen miles from their home.

    Amanda pulled over. She watched Alex retrieve a gift box from his trunk and enter the house. Her eyes bulged in horror when Alex returned with a little boy in his arms.

    Alex marched to the neighboring house, unlocked the door, and entered with the boy. Amanda snuck closer and peeped through the living room windows. Her stomach knotted as she watched Alex scoop the boy in his arms and kiss him on the cheek.

    Part 3: The Painful Confession

    “What’s going on, Alex? Who is this child?” Amanda yelled as she barged inside to confront her husband.

    “Daddy, who’s she?” The boy asked while Alex stared at her in shock.

    Amanda glared at them.

    “Why is this boy calling you Daddy, Alex? I saw everything, so you better not lie!”

    Alex sent the boy, Caleb, into another room and turned to face Amanda.

    “He’s my son, Amanda,” Alex admitted. “I should have told you before, but…I was scared. I have a second family. Caleb was with a neighbor while his mom was at work.”

    “Wow…” she said after a brief pause, trying not to choke on her tears. “So this is the important meeting you were talking about? How long has it been going on for, Alex? The boy looked old so…”

    “Four years,” he confessed. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what I’ve done is wrong…you can divorce me. I’ll give you half the property and everything. We can still be on good terms.”

    “You’ve really thought this through, huh?” Amanda hissed. “We’ve been married for years! How could you do this to us? I love you!”

    Alex hung his head. “No you don’t, Amanda. This…what our relationship has come to…is just dependency. I’d fix this if I could, but right now, all I can do is provide you with a way out of this mess. You can carry on with your life without me.”

    “Oh god, Alex!” she scoffed in disgust. “I should divorce you so you can live happily ever after with your new family? No woman can accept her husband’s infidelity and move on calmly! You won’t get away with this!”

    Part 4: The Twisted Revenge

    Amanda drove home in tears and retired to her bedroom with a wine bottle. While thinking about how to get her husband back, Amanda’s teenage son, Dylan, sat beside her and asked her what was wrong.

    “Your Dad cheated on me,” she said as she chugged the liquor.

    “Sorry, Mom. I should have told you about it before,” Dylan confessed.

    Amanda almost choked on the wine. “Told me before? What are you hiding from me, Dylan?”

    “Dad…he told me about his other family,” he confessed.

    “I couldn’t believe it. I asked him to tell you the truth, but we were worried you wouldn’t take it well.”

    “You should have told me, Dylan!” Amanda lashed out, unable to believe her son knew everything. “Instead, you kept me in the dark, and I feel so betrayed right now!”

    “I was protecting you, Mom! I love you, and I’m going to support you. I’ll keep you happy, Mom. Trust me!” He placed his hand on hers, but Amanda shoved it away.

    “What made you think that helping your dad cover an ugly truth would protect me, Dylan? My entire life is shattered now. You’re both traitors! I don’t want you here anymore. Get out!”

    Dylan stormed out of the house, leaving Amanda alone. She didn’t go after him. Amanda only cared about making Alex crawl back to her. She soon had an idea.

    Amanda drove to Alex’s office. She talked her way past his assistant and then began searching for a specific set of papers. Eventually, her attention was drawn to the safe beside the artificial Pico tree in the corner. She knelt before it, but it was password protected.

    Amanda tried several different passwords without success. Then her gaze landed on the photo frame on Alex’s table. She tried Dylan’s birth date, and the safe opened! She took the documents proving Alex had evaded taxes and went home.

    “I want to meet you, Alex,” she told him on the phone as she hid the documents. “I went through the safe in your office, so if you don’t agree, you’ll go to jail!”

    Amanda was sure Alex would come running after what she had told him, and she was right. He was there within 30 minutes.

    “What are you planning, Amanda?” he yelled as he stormed into the house.

    She tossed a copy of the documents before him. “If you don’t leave your other family and return to me, I’m taking these to the cops!”

    “Jesus!” he cried as he scanned the papers.

    “I can’t believe this…If I hadn’t done this, we’d never have afforded Dylan’s surgery, Amanda. And now you are using that against me??”

    “Those cops won’t care why you did it. Leave your second family or be ready to rot in prison!” she threatened him.

    “I can’t believe you are doing this…” Alex sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

    “AND I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER, MOM!”

    Dylan stood in the doorway. Amanda realized the horror of what she had done when she saw her son’s pale face, but he stepped away from her.

    “Don’t come close to me, Mom. I can’t believe what you just said! Thanks to Dad, I got that surgery, and I’m alive today. I don’t want to know you anymore!” Dylan spun around and dashed out of the house.

    “Are you happy now?” Alex scowled at her. “Do whatever the hell you want, Amanda. If I go to jail for such a ‘crime’ as saving my son’s life, so be it! But I’ll never come back to you!” Alex snapped as he left.

    Amanda cried all night. Her son hated her now, and it was all Alex’s fault. He’d betrayed her and broken their family. He didn’t deserve to live his life peacefully. As time ticked by, Amanda formed a wicked plan.

    The next day, Amanda visited the casino where she once worked as a croupier and asked to see her former boss, Mr. Rodriguez. She entered his office a few minutes later.

    “Amanda, darling! Welcome! Welcome!” Mr. Rodriguez rose to kiss her hand. “I never expected to see you here again. Is everything okay? Have a seat. Have a seat.”

    “I never thought I’d be returning here like this, either, but…I want you to contact some of your…’people’…for me,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I want to hire a hitman.”

    Mr. Rodriguez grew serious. “But whom? You know the drill, darlin’. You give me the information, and I get my guys on it.”

    Amanda placed Alex’s photo on the table.

    “This is my husband, Alex. Make it look like an accident. Car crash, fire, suicide…up to you. Money won’t be a problem. Rest assured of that.”

    Mr. Rodriguez looked at the photo, then at Amanda. “I know someone who’s perfectly skilled for our job, darling. My man will contact you.”

    A few days later, the contract killer contacted Amanda and told her to meet him at the park. Amanda arrived on time and sat on the bench the killer had mentioned. Around 15 minutes later, a man clad in black sat beside her.

    “Did you bring the money?” he asked.

    “Of course. Here.” Amanda handed him a trash bag containing $20,000. “Make it look like an accident! I don’t care how brutally he dies, just ensure the cops don’t suspect me! Most importantly, he should not survive!”

    The man rose and shook his head. “I pity you.”

    His words confused Amanda until a second man appeared beside her. He flashed her his police badge and handcuffed her, shocking her to the core.

    “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST for conspiring to commit the murder of your husband, Alex, Mrs. Gibbs.”

    Amanda panicked and looked at the killer she’d hired, confused. But things became clear when she met Dylan and Alex near the police cruiser.

    “Seriously, Amanda? You hired a hitman to get your stupid revenge? Just imagine what would have happened if the casino owner had not contacted the police!” Alex shook his head in disbelief. “Do you believe it now…that you don’t love me?”

    Dylan had tears in his eyes when Amanda looked at him. She lowered her head and avoided his eyes while sitting inside the police cruiser and asked the officer beside her to close the car door.

  • Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Part 1: The Forgotten Phone

    “Alex, you’re forgetting something!” Amanda called to her husband as he headed to the front door.

    “Oh, god. Thanks, babe. What would I do without you?” He kissed her cheek and took the wallet. “Sorry for the rushed morning, but I’ll try to finish early so we can spend quality time together later…”

    After Amanda saw Alex off, she finished some chores and then slumped on the sofa for a break. She was watching TV when she heard Alex’s ringtone coming from somewhere close by. Amanda looked under the sofa cushion and found Alex’s phone.

    The caller ID showed an unknown number. Amanda was about to answer when it went to voicemail. A little boy’s voice came through the device:

    “Hi, Dad! I know you must be on your way already, but I wanted to say I’m waiting for you! Please come soon!”

    “Dad?” A chill ran down Amanda’s spine as she repeated the word.

    Amanda couldn’t call the unknown number back because she didn’t know the password to unlock Alex’s phone. Her heart sank as she began to suspect Alex had cheated on her. She called Alex’s assistant, Jerry, hoping to ease the worries in her heart and mind.

    “Hello, Jerry,” she said. “This is Amanda. Has Mr. Gibbs arrived yet?”

    “I think there’s some misunderstanding here, Mrs. Gibbs,” Jerry replied.

    “Mr. Gibbs isn’t here today. I’m filling in for him at the meetings.”

    Amanda’s heart dropped, but she maintained her composure. As the call ended, she buried her face in her palms. Amanda loved Alex. She wanted to trust him, but the boy who’d called and Alex’s absence from work both suggested he’d been lying to her.

    Suddenly, Amanda heard car tires on the gravel outside the house. The front door clicked open, and Alex rushed in, asking if she’d seen his phone.

    Part 2: Following the GPS

    Amanda’s blood was boiling. She wanted to confront him right then and there, but she knew he’d come up with a quick lie and get alert if he was really cheating on her. Instead, she rose from the sofa and smiled at him while hiding his phone.

    “I’ll check the bedroom!” Amanda said.

    She quickly disappeared to their bedroom and returned seconds later, pretending she’d found the phone there. Alex thanked her and immediately rushed out again. Amanda walked him to his car and sneakily dropped her fitness band with activated GPS into the car door pocket.

    Amanda waved goodbye, waited a few moments, then followed Alex.

    At first, Alex followed his usual route to the office. Amanda felt awful for doubting him until he suddenly turned in the opposite direction. Twenty minutes later, Alex parked outside a modest house in a town fifteen miles from their home.

    Amanda pulled over. She watched Alex retrieve a gift box from his trunk and enter the house. Her eyes bulged in horror when Alex returned with a little boy in his arms.

    Alex marched to the neighboring house, unlocked the door, and entered with the boy. Amanda snuck closer and peeped through the living room windows. Her stomach knotted as she watched Alex scoop the boy in his arms and kiss him on the cheek.

    Part 3: The Painful Confession

    “What’s going on, Alex? Who is this child?” Amanda yelled as she barged inside to confront her husband.

    “Daddy, who’s she?” The boy asked while Alex stared at her in shock.

    Amanda glared at them.

    “Why is this boy calling you Daddy, Alex? I saw everything, so you better not lie!”

    Alex sent the boy, Caleb, into another room and turned to face Amanda.

    “He’s my son, Amanda,” Alex admitted. “I should have told you before, but…I was scared. I have a second family. Caleb was with a neighbor while his mom was at work.”

    “Wow…” she said after a brief pause, trying not to choke on her tears. “So this is the important meeting you were talking about? How long has it been going on for, Alex? The boy looked old so…”

    “Four years,” he confessed. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what I’ve done is wrong…you can divorce me. I’ll give you half the property and everything. We can still be on good terms.”

    “You’ve really thought this through, huh?” Amanda hissed. “We’ve been married for years! How could you do this to us? I love you!”

    Alex hung his head. “No you don’t, Amanda. This…what our relationship has come to…is just dependency. I’d fix this if I could, but right now, all I can do is provide you with a way out of this mess. You can carry on with your life without me.”

    “Oh god, Alex!” she scoffed in disgust. “I should divorce you so you can live happily ever after with your new family? No woman can accept her husband’s infidelity and move on calmly! You won’t get away with this!”

    Part 4: The Twisted Revenge

    Amanda drove home in tears and retired to her bedroom with a wine bottle. While thinking about how to get her husband back, Amanda’s teenage son, Dylan, sat beside her and asked her what was wrong.

    “Your Dad cheated on me,” she said as she chugged the liquor.

    “Sorry, Mom. I should have told you about it before,” Dylan confessed.

    Amanda almost choked on the wine. “Told me before? What are you hiding from me, Dylan?”

    “Dad…he told me about his other family,” he confessed.

    “I couldn’t believe it. I asked him to tell you the truth, but we were worried you wouldn’t take it well.”

    “You should have told me, Dylan!” Amanda lashed out, unable to believe her son knew everything. “Instead, you kept me in the dark, and I feel so betrayed right now!”

    “I was protecting you, Mom! I love you, and I’m going to support you. I’ll keep you happy, Mom. Trust me!” He placed his hand on hers, but Amanda shoved it away.

    “What made you think that helping your dad cover an ugly truth would protect me, Dylan? My entire life is shattered now. You’re both traitors! I don’t want you here anymore. Get out!”

    Dylan stormed out of the house, leaving Amanda alone. She didn’t go after him. Amanda only cared about making Alex crawl back to her. She soon had an idea.

    Amanda drove to Alex’s office. She talked her way past his assistant and then began searching for a specific set of papers. Eventually, her attention was drawn to the safe beside the artificial Pico tree in the corner. She knelt before it, but it was password protected.

    Amanda tried several different passwords without success. Then her gaze landed on the photo frame on Alex’s table. She tried Dylan’s birth date, and the safe opened! She took the documents proving Alex had evaded taxes and went home.

    “I want to meet you, Alex,” she told him on the phone as she hid the documents. “I went through the safe in your office, so if you don’t agree, you’ll go to jail!”

    Amanda was sure Alex would come running after what she had told him, and she was right. He was there within 30 minutes.

    “What are you planning, Amanda?” he yelled as he stormed into the house.

    She tossed a copy of the documents before him. “If you don’t leave your other family and return to me, I’m taking these to the cops!”

    “Jesus!” he cried as he scanned the papers.

    “I can’t believe this…If I hadn’t done this, we’d never have afforded Dylan’s surgery, Amanda. And now you are using that against me??”

    “Those cops won’t care why you did it. Leave your second family or be ready to rot in prison!” she threatened him.

    “I can’t believe you are doing this…” Alex sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

    “AND I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER, MOM!”

    Dylan stood in the doorway. Amanda realized the horror of what she had done when she saw her son’s pale face, but he stepped away from her.

    “Don’t come close to me, Mom. I can’t believe what you just said! Thanks to Dad, I got that surgery, and I’m alive today. I don’t want to know you anymore!” Dylan spun around and dashed out of the house.

    “Are you happy now?” Alex scowled at her. “Do whatever the hell you want, Amanda. If I go to jail for such a ‘crime’ as saving my son’s life, so be it! But I’ll never come back to you!” Alex snapped as he left.

    Amanda cried all night. Her son hated her now, and it was all Alex’s fault. He’d betrayed her and broken their family. He didn’t deserve to live his life peacefully. As time ticked by, Amanda formed a wicked plan.

    The next day, Amanda visited the casino where she once worked as a croupier and asked to see her former boss, Mr. Rodriguez. She entered his office a few minutes later.

    “Amanda, darling! Welcome! Welcome!” Mr. Rodriguez rose to kiss her hand. “I never expected to see you here again. Is everything okay? Have a seat. Have a seat.”

    “I never thought I’d be returning here like this, either, but…I want you to contact some of your…’people’…for me,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I want to hire a hitman.”

    Mr. Rodriguez grew serious. “But whom? You know the drill, darlin’. You give me the information, and I get my guys on it.”

    Amanda placed Alex’s photo on the table.

    “This is my husband, Alex. Make it look like an accident. Car crash, fire, suicide…up to you. Money won’t be a problem. Rest assured of that.”

    Mr. Rodriguez looked at the photo, then at Amanda. “I know someone who’s perfectly skilled for our job, darling. My man will contact you.”

    A few days later, the contract killer contacted Amanda and told her to meet him at the park. Amanda arrived on time and sat on the bench the killer had mentioned. Around 15 minutes later, a man clad in black sat beside her.

    “Did you bring the money?” he asked.

    “Of course. Here.” Amanda handed him a trash bag containing $20,000. “Make it look like an accident! I don’t care how brutally he dies, just ensure the cops don’t suspect me! Most importantly, he should not survive!”

    The man rose and shook his head. “I pity you.”

    His words confused Amanda until a second man appeared beside her. He flashed her his police badge and handcuffed her, shocking her to the core.

    “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST for conspiring to commit the murder of your husband, Alex, Mrs. Gibbs.”

    Amanda panicked and looked at the killer she’d hired, confused. But things became clear when she met Dylan and Alex near the police cruiser.

    “Seriously, Amanda? You hired a hitman to get your stupid revenge? Just imagine what would have happened if the casino owner had not contacted the police!” Alex shook his head in disbelief. “Do you believe it now…that you don’t love me?”

    Dylan had tears in his eyes when Amanda looked at him. She lowered her head and avoided his eyes while sitting inside the police cruiser and asked the officer beside her to close the car door.

  • Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Part 1: The Forgotten Phone

    “Alex, you’re forgetting something!” Amanda called to her husband as he headed to the front door.

    “Oh, god. Thanks, babe. What would I do without you?” He kissed her cheek and took the wallet. “Sorry for the rushed morning, but I’ll try to finish early so we can spend quality time together later…”

    After Amanda saw Alex off, she finished some chores and then slumped on the sofa for a break. She was watching TV when she heard Alex’s ringtone coming from somewhere close by. Amanda looked under the sofa cushion and found Alex’s phone.

    The caller ID showed an unknown number. Amanda was about to answer when it went to voicemail. A little boy’s voice came through the device:

    “Hi, Dad! I know you must be on your way already, but I wanted to say I’m waiting for you! Please come soon!”

    “Dad?” A chill ran down Amanda’s spine as she repeated the word.

    Amanda couldn’t call the unknown number back because she didn’t know the password to unlock Alex’s phone. Her heart sank as she began to suspect Alex had cheated on her. She called Alex’s assistant, Jerry, hoping to ease the worries in her heart and mind.

    “Hello, Jerry,” she said. “This is Amanda. Has Mr. Gibbs arrived yet?”

    “I think there’s some misunderstanding here, Mrs. Gibbs,” Jerry replied.

    “Mr. Gibbs isn’t here today. I’m filling in for him at the meetings.”

    Amanda’s heart dropped, but she maintained her composure. As the call ended, she buried her face in her palms. Amanda loved Alex. She wanted to trust him, but the boy who’d called and Alex’s absence from work both suggested he’d been lying to her.

    Suddenly, Amanda heard car tires on the gravel outside the house. The front door clicked open, and Alex rushed in, asking if she’d seen his phone.

    Part 2: Following the GPS

    Amanda’s blood was boiling. She wanted to confront him right then and there, but she knew he’d come up with a quick lie and get alert if he was really cheating on her. Instead, she rose from the sofa and smiled at him while hiding his phone.

    “I’ll check the bedroom!” Amanda said.

    She quickly disappeared to their bedroom and returned seconds later, pretending she’d found the phone there. Alex thanked her and immediately rushed out again. Amanda walked him to his car and sneakily dropped her fitness band with activated GPS into the car door pocket.

    Amanda waved goodbye, waited a few moments, then followed Alex.

    At first, Alex followed his usual route to the office. Amanda felt awful for doubting him until he suddenly turned in the opposite direction. Twenty minutes later, Alex parked outside a modest house in a town fifteen miles from their home.

    Amanda pulled over. She watched Alex retrieve a gift box from his trunk and enter the house. Her eyes bulged in horror when Alex returned with a little boy in his arms.

    Alex marched to the neighboring house, unlocked the door, and entered with the boy. Amanda snuck closer and peeped through the living room windows. Her stomach knotted as she watched Alex scoop the boy in his arms and kiss him on the cheek.

    Part 3: The Painful Confession

    “What’s going on, Alex? Who is this child?” Amanda yelled as she barged inside to confront her husband.

    “Daddy, who’s she?” The boy asked while Alex stared at her in shock.

    Amanda glared at them.

    “Why is this boy calling you Daddy, Alex? I saw everything, so you better not lie!”

    Alex sent the boy, Caleb, into another room and turned to face Amanda.

    “He’s my son, Amanda,” Alex admitted. “I should have told you before, but…I was scared. I have a second family. Caleb was with a neighbor while his mom was at work.”

    “Wow…” she said after a brief pause, trying not to choke on her tears. “So this is the important meeting you were talking about? How long has it been going on for, Alex? The boy looked old so…”

    “Four years,” he confessed. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what I’ve done is wrong…you can divorce me. I’ll give you half the property and everything. We can still be on good terms.”

    “You’ve really thought this through, huh?” Amanda hissed. “We’ve been married for years! How could you do this to us? I love you!”

    Alex hung his head. “No you don’t, Amanda. This…what our relationship has come to…is just dependency. I’d fix this if I could, but right now, all I can do is provide you with a way out of this mess. You can carry on with your life without me.”

    “Oh god, Alex!” she scoffed in disgust. “I should divorce you so you can live happily ever after with your new family? No woman can accept her husband’s infidelity and move on calmly! You won’t get away with this!”

    Part 4: The Twisted Revenge

    Amanda drove home in tears and retired to her bedroom with a wine bottle. While thinking about how to get her husband back, Amanda’s teenage son, Dylan, sat beside her and asked her what was wrong.

    “Your Dad cheated on me,” she said as she chugged the liquor.

    “Sorry, Mom. I should have told you about it before,” Dylan confessed.

    Amanda almost choked on the wine. “Told me before? What are you hiding from me, Dylan?”

    “Dad…he told me about his other family,” he confessed.

    “I couldn’t believe it. I asked him to tell you the truth, but we were worried you wouldn’t take it well.”

    “You should have told me, Dylan!” Amanda lashed out, unable to believe her son knew everything. “Instead, you kept me in the dark, and I feel so betrayed right now!”

    “I was protecting you, Mom! I love you, and I’m going to support you. I’ll keep you happy, Mom. Trust me!” He placed his hand on hers, but Amanda shoved it away.

    “What made you think that helping your dad cover an ugly truth would protect me, Dylan? My entire life is shattered now. You’re both traitors! I don’t want you here anymore. Get out!”

    Dylan stormed out of the house, leaving Amanda alone. She didn’t go after him. Amanda only cared about making Alex crawl back to her. She soon had an idea.

    Amanda drove to Alex’s office. She talked her way past his assistant and then began searching for a specific set of papers. Eventually, her attention was drawn to the safe beside the artificial Pico tree in the corner. She knelt before it, but it was password protected.

    Amanda tried several different passwords without success. Then her gaze landed on the photo frame on Alex’s table. She tried Dylan’s birth date, and the safe opened! She took the documents proving Alex had evaded taxes and went home.

    “I want to meet you, Alex,” she told him on the phone as she hid the documents. “I went through the safe in your office, so if you don’t agree, you’ll go to jail!”

    Amanda was sure Alex would come running after what she had told him, and she was right. He was there within 30 minutes.

    “What are you planning, Amanda?” he yelled as he stormed into the house.

    She tossed a copy of the documents before him. “If you don’t leave your other family and return to me, I’m taking these to the cops!”

    “Jesus!” he cried as he scanned the papers.

    “I can’t believe this…If I hadn’t done this, we’d never have afforded Dylan’s surgery, Amanda. And now you are using that against me??”

    “Those cops won’t care why you did it. Leave your second family or be ready to rot in prison!” she threatened him.

    “I can’t believe you are doing this…” Alex sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

    “AND I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER, MOM!”

    Dylan stood in the doorway. Amanda realized the horror of what she had done when she saw her son’s pale face, but he stepped away from her.

    “Don’t come close to me, Mom. I can’t believe what you just said! Thanks to Dad, I got that surgery, and I’m alive today. I don’t want to know you anymore!” Dylan spun around and dashed out of the house.

    “Are you happy now?” Alex scowled at her. “Do whatever the hell you want, Amanda. If I go to jail for such a ‘crime’ as saving my son’s life, so be it! But I’ll never come back to you!” Alex snapped as he left.

    Amanda cried all night. Her son hated her now, and it was all Alex’s fault. He’d betrayed her and broken their family. He didn’t deserve to live his life peacefully. As time ticked by, Amanda formed a wicked plan.

    The next day, Amanda visited the casino where she once worked as a croupier and asked to see her former boss, Mr. Rodriguez. She entered his office a few minutes later.

    “Amanda, darling! Welcome! Welcome!” Mr. Rodriguez rose to kiss her hand. “I never expected to see you here again. Is everything okay? Have a seat. Have a seat.”

    “I never thought I’d be returning here like this, either, but…I want you to contact some of your…’people’…for me,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I want to hire a hitman.”

    Mr. Rodriguez grew serious. “But whom? You know the drill, darlin’. You give me the information, and I get my guys on it.”

    Amanda placed Alex’s photo on the table.

    “This is my husband, Alex. Make it look like an accident. Car crash, fire, suicide…up to you. Money won’t be a problem. Rest assured of that.”

    Mr. Rodriguez looked at the photo, then at Amanda. “I know someone who’s perfectly skilled for our job, darling. My man will contact you.”

    A few days later, the contract killer contacted Amanda and told her to meet him at the park. Amanda arrived on time and sat on the bench the killer had mentioned. Around 15 minutes later, a man clad in black sat beside her.

    “Did you bring the money?” he asked.

    “Of course. Here.” Amanda handed him a trash bag containing $20,000. “Make it look like an accident! I don’t care how brutally he dies, just ensure the cops don’t suspect me! Most importantly, he should not survive!”

    The man rose and shook his head. “I pity you.”

    His words confused Amanda until a second man appeared beside her. He flashed her his police badge and handcuffed her, shocking her to the core.

    “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST for conspiring to commit the murder of your husband, Alex, Mrs. Gibbs.”

    Amanda panicked and looked at the killer she’d hired, confused. But things became clear when she met Dylan and Alex near the police cruiser.

    “Seriously, Amanda? You hired a hitman to get your stupid revenge? Just imagine what would have happened if the casino owner had not contacted the police!” Alex shook his head in disbelief. “Do you believe it now…that you don’t love me?”

    Dylan had tears in his eyes when Amanda looked at him. She lowered her head and avoided his eyes while sitting inside the police cruiser and asked the officer beside her to close the car door.

  • Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Part 1: The Forgotten Phone

    “Alex, you’re forgetting something!” Amanda called to her husband as he headed to the front door.

    “Oh, god. Thanks, babe. What would I do without you?” He kissed her cheek and took the wallet. “Sorry for the rushed morning, but I’ll try to finish early so we can spend quality time together later…”

    After Amanda saw Alex off, she finished some chores and then slumped on the sofa for a break. She was watching TV when she heard Alex’s ringtone coming from somewhere close by. Amanda looked under the sofa cushion and found Alex’s phone.

    The caller ID showed an unknown number. Amanda was about to answer when it went to voicemail. A little boy’s voice came through the device:

    “Hi, Dad! I know you must be on your way already, but I wanted to say I’m waiting for you! Please come soon!”

    “Dad?” A chill ran down Amanda’s spine as she repeated the word.

    Amanda couldn’t call the unknown number back because she didn’t know the password to unlock Alex’s phone. Her heart sank as she began to suspect Alex had cheated on her. She called Alex’s assistant, Jerry, hoping to ease the worries in her heart and mind.

    “Hello, Jerry,” she said. “This is Amanda. Has Mr. Gibbs arrived yet?”

    “I think there’s some misunderstanding here, Mrs. Gibbs,” Jerry replied.

    “Mr. Gibbs isn’t here today. I’m filling in for him at the meetings.”

    Amanda’s heart dropped, but she maintained her composure. As the call ended, she buried her face in her palms. Amanda loved Alex. She wanted to trust him, but the boy who’d called and Alex’s absence from work both suggested he’d been lying to her.

    Suddenly, Amanda heard car tires on the gravel outside the house. The front door clicked open, and Alex rushed in, asking if she’d seen his phone.

    Part 2: Following the GPS

    Amanda’s blood was boiling. She wanted to confront him right then and there, but she knew he’d come up with a quick lie and get alert if he was really cheating on her. Instead, she rose from the sofa and smiled at him while hiding his phone.

    “I’ll check the bedroom!” Amanda said.

    She quickly disappeared to their bedroom and returned seconds later, pretending she’d found the phone there. Alex thanked her and immediately rushed out again. Amanda walked him to his car and sneakily dropped her fitness band with activated GPS into the car door pocket.

    Amanda waved goodbye, waited a few moments, then followed Alex.

    At first, Alex followed his usual route to the office. Amanda felt awful for doubting him until he suddenly turned in the opposite direction. Twenty minutes later, Alex parked outside a modest house in a town fifteen miles from their home.

    Amanda pulled over. She watched Alex retrieve a gift box from his trunk and enter the house. Her eyes bulged in horror when Alex returned with a little boy in his arms.

    Alex marched to the neighboring house, unlocked the door, and entered with the boy. Amanda snuck closer and peeped through the living room windows. Her stomach knotted as she watched Alex scoop the boy in his arms and kiss him on the cheek.

    Part 3: The Painful Confession

    “What’s going on, Alex? Who is this child?” Amanda yelled as she barged inside to confront her husband.

    “Daddy, who’s she?” The boy asked while Alex stared at her in shock.

    Amanda glared at them.

    “Why is this boy calling you Daddy, Alex? I saw everything, so you better not lie!”

    Alex sent the boy, Caleb, into another room and turned to face Amanda.

    “He’s my son, Amanda,” Alex admitted. “I should have told you before, but…I was scared. I have a second family. Caleb was with a neighbor while his mom was at work.”

    “Wow…” she said after a brief pause, trying not to choke on her tears. “So this is the important meeting you were talking about? How long has it been going on for, Alex? The boy looked old so…”

    “Four years,” he confessed. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what I’ve done is wrong…you can divorce me. I’ll give you half the property and everything. We can still be on good terms.”

    “You’ve really thought this through, huh?” Amanda hissed. “We’ve been married for years! How could you do this to us? I love you!”

    Alex hung his head. “No you don’t, Amanda. This…what our relationship has come to…is just dependency. I’d fix this if I could, but right now, all I can do is provide you with a way out of this mess. You can carry on with your life without me.”

    “Oh god, Alex!” she scoffed in disgust. “I should divorce you so you can live happily ever after with your new family? No woman can accept her husband’s infidelity and move on calmly! You won’t get away with this!”

    Part 4: The Twisted Revenge

    Amanda drove home in tears and retired to her bedroom with a wine bottle. While thinking about how to get her husband back, Amanda’s teenage son, Dylan, sat beside her and asked her what was wrong.

    “Your Dad cheated on me,” she said as she chugged the liquor.

    “Sorry, Mom. I should have told you about it before,” Dylan confessed.

    Amanda almost choked on the wine. “Told me before? What are you hiding from me, Dylan?”

    “Dad…he told me about his other family,” he confessed.

    “I couldn’t believe it. I asked him to tell you the truth, but we were worried you wouldn’t take it well.”

    “You should have told me, Dylan!” Amanda lashed out, unable to believe her son knew everything. “Instead, you kept me in the dark, and I feel so betrayed right now!”

    “I was protecting you, Mom! I love you, and I’m going to support you. I’ll keep you happy, Mom. Trust me!” He placed his hand on hers, but Amanda shoved it away.

    “What made you think that helping your dad cover an ugly truth would protect me, Dylan? My entire life is shattered now. You’re both traitors! I don’t want you here anymore. Get out!”

    Dylan stormed out of the house, leaving Amanda alone. She didn’t go after him. Amanda only cared about making Alex crawl back to her. She soon had an idea.

    Amanda drove to Alex’s office. She talked her way past his assistant and then began searching for a specific set of papers. Eventually, her attention was drawn to the safe beside the artificial Pico tree in the corner. She knelt before it, but it was password protected.

    Amanda tried several different passwords without success. Then her gaze landed on the photo frame on Alex’s table. She tried Dylan’s birth date, and the safe opened! She took the documents proving Alex had evaded taxes and went home.

    “I want to meet you, Alex,” she told him on the phone as she hid the documents. “I went through the safe in your office, so if you don’t agree, you’ll go to jail!”

    Amanda was sure Alex would come running after what she had told him, and she was right. He was there within 30 minutes.

    “What are you planning, Amanda?” he yelled as he stormed into the house.

    She tossed a copy of the documents before him. “If you don’t leave your other family and return to me, I’m taking these to the cops!”

    “Jesus!” he cried as he scanned the papers.

    “I can’t believe this…If I hadn’t done this, we’d never have afforded Dylan’s surgery, Amanda. And now you are using that against me??”

    “Those cops won’t care why you did it. Leave your second family or be ready to rot in prison!” she threatened him.

    “I can’t believe you are doing this…” Alex sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

    “AND I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER, MOM!”

    Dylan stood in the doorway. Amanda realized the horror of what she had done when she saw her son’s pale face, but he stepped away from her.

    “Don’t come close to me, Mom. I can’t believe what you just said! Thanks to Dad, I got that surgery, and I’m alive today. I don’t want to know you anymore!” Dylan spun around and dashed out of the house.

    “Are you happy now?” Alex scowled at her. “Do whatever the hell you want, Amanda. If I go to jail for such a ‘crime’ as saving my son’s life, so be it! But I’ll never come back to you!” Alex snapped as he left.

    Amanda cried all night. Her son hated her now, and it was all Alex’s fault. He’d betrayed her and broken their family. He didn’t deserve to live his life peacefully. As time ticked by, Amanda formed a wicked plan.

    The next day, Amanda visited the casino where she once worked as a croupier and asked to see her former boss, Mr. Rodriguez. She entered his office a few minutes later.

    “Amanda, darling! Welcome! Welcome!” Mr. Rodriguez rose to kiss her hand. “I never expected to see you here again. Is everything okay? Have a seat. Have a seat.”

    “I never thought I’d be returning here like this, either, but…I want you to contact some of your…’people’…for me,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I want to hire a hitman.”

    Mr. Rodriguez grew serious. “But whom? You know the drill, darlin’. You give me the information, and I get my guys on it.”

    Amanda placed Alex’s photo on the table.

    “This is my husband, Alex. Make it look like an accident. Car crash, fire, suicide…up to you. Money won’t be a problem. Rest assured of that.”

    Mr. Rodriguez looked at the photo, then at Amanda. “I know someone who’s perfectly skilled for our job, darling. My man will contact you.”

    A few days later, the contract killer contacted Amanda and told her to meet him at the park. Amanda arrived on time and sat on the bench the killer had mentioned. Around 15 minutes later, a man clad in black sat beside her.

    “Did you bring the money?” he asked.

    “Of course. Here.” Amanda handed him a trash bag containing $20,000. “Make it look like an accident! I don’t care how brutally he dies, just ensure the cops don’t suspect me! Most importantly, he should not survive!”

    The man rose and shook his head. “I pity you.”

    His words confused Amanda until a second man appeared beside her. He flashed her his police badge and handcuffed her, shocking her to the core.

    “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST for conspiring to commit the murder of your husband, Alex, Mrs. Gibbs.”

    Amanda panicked and looked at the killer she’d hired, confused. But things became clear when she met Dylan and Alex near the police cruiser.

    “Seriously, Amanda? You hired a hitman to get your stupid revenge? Just imagine what would have happened if the casino owner had not contacted the police!” Alex shook his head in disbelief. “Do you believe it now…that you don’t love me?”

    Dylan had tears in his eyes when Amanda looked at him. She lowered her head and avoided his eyes while sitting inside the police cruiser and asked the officer beside her to close the car door.

  • Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Part 1: The Forgotten Phone

    “Alex, you’re forgetting something!” Amanda called to her husband as he headed to the front door.

    “Oh, god. Thanks, babe. What would I do without you?” He kissed her cheek and took the wallet. “Sorry for the rushed morning, but I’ll try to finish early so we can spend quality time together later…”

    After Amanda saw Alex off, she finished some chores and then slumped on the sofa for a break. She was watching TV when she heard Alex’s ringtone coming from somewhere close by. Amanda looked under the sofa cushion and found Alex’s phone.

    The caller ID showed an unknown number. Amanda was about to answer when it went to voicemail. A little boy’s voice came through the device:

    “Hi, Dad! I know you must be on your way already, but I wanted to say I’m waiting for you! Please come soon!”

    “Dad?” A chill ran down Amanda’s spine as she repeated the word.

    Amanda couldn’t call the unknown number back because she didn’t know the password to unlock Alex’s phone. Her heart sank as she began to suspect Alex had cheated on her. She called Alex’s assistant, Jerry, hoping to ease the worries in her heart and mind.

    “Hello, Jerry,” she said. “This is Amanda. Has Mr. Gibbs arrived yet?”

    “I think there’s some misunderstanding here, Mrs. Gibbs,” Jerry replied.

    “Mr. Gibbs isn’t here today. I’m filling in for him at the meetings.”

    Amanda’s heart dropped, but she maintained her composure. As the call ended, she buried her face in her palms. Amanda loved Alex. She wanted to trust him, but the boy who’d called and Alex’s absence from work both suggested he’d been lying to her.

    Suddenly, Amanda heard car tires on the gravel outside the house. The front door clicked open, and Alex rushed in, asking if she’d seen his phone.

    Part 2: Following the GPS

    Amanda’s blood was boiling. She wanted to confront him right then and there, but she knew he’d come up with a quick lie and get alert if he was really cheating on her. Instead, she rose from the sofa and smiled at him while hiding his phone.

    “I’ll check the bedroom!” Amanda said.

    She quickly disappeared to their bedroom and returned seconds later, pretending she’d found the phone there. Alex thanked her and immediately rushed out again. Amanda walked him to his car and sneakily dropped her fitness band with activated GPS into the car door pocket.

    Amanda waved goodbye, waited a few moments, then followed Alex.

    At first, Alex followed his usual route to the office. Amanda felt awful for doubting him until he suddenly turned in the opposite direction. Twenty minutes later, Alex parked outside a modest house in a town fifteen miles from their home.

    Amanda pulled over. She watched Alex retrieve a gift box from his trunk and enter the house. Her eyes bulged in horror when Alex returned with a little boy in his arms.

    Alex marched to the neighboring house, unlocked the door, and entered with the boy. Amanda snuck closer and peeped through the living room windows. Her stomach knotted as she watched Alex scoop the boy in his arms and kiss him on the cheek.

    Part 3: The Painful Confession

    “What’s going on, Alex? Who is this child?” Amanda yelled as she barged inside to confront her husband.

    “Daddy, who’s she?” The boy asked while Alex stared at her in shock.

    Amanda glared at them.

    “Why is this boy calling you Daddy, Alex? I saw everything, so you better not lie!”

    Alex sent the boy, Caleb, into another room and turned to face Amanda.

    “He’s my son, Amanda,” Alex admitted. “I should have told you before, but…I was scared. I have a second family. Caleb was with a neighbor while his mom was at work.”

    “Wow…” she said after a brief pause, trying not to choke on her tears. “So this is the important meeting you were talking about? How long has it been going on for, Alex? The boy looked old so…”

    “Four years,” he confessed. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what I’ve done is wrong…you can divorce me. I’ll give you half the property and everything. We can still be on good terms.”

    “You’ve really thought this through, huh?” Amanda hissed. “We’ve been married for years! How could you do this to us? I love you!”

    Alex hung his head. “No you don’t, Amanda. This…what our relationship has come to…is just dependency. I’d fix this if I could, but right now, all I can do is provide you with a way out of this mess. You can carry on with your life without me.”

    “Oh god, Alex!” she scoffed in disgust. “I should divorce you so you can live happily ever after with your new family? No woman can accept her husband’s infidelity and move on calmly! You won’t get away with this!”

    Part 4: The Twisted Revenge

    Amanda drove home in tears and retired to her bedroom with a wine bottle. While thinking about how to get her husband back, Amanda’s teenage son, Dylan, sat beside her and asked her what was wrong.

    “Your Dad cheated on me,” she said as she chugged the liquor.

    “Sorry, Mom. I should have told you about it before,” Dylan confessed.

    Amanda almost choked on the wine. “Told me before? What are you hiding from me, Dylan?”

    “Dad…he told me about his other family,” he confessed.

    “I couldn’t believe it. I asked him to tell you the truth, but we were worried you wouldn’t take it well.”

    “You should have told me, Dylan!” Amanda lashed out, unable to believe her son knew everything. “Instead, you kept me in the dark, and I feel so betrayed right now!”

    “I was protecting you, Mom! I love you, and I’m going to support you. I’ll keep you happy, Mom. Trust me!” He placed his hand on hers, but Amanda shoved it away.

    “What made you think that helping your dad cover an ugly truth would protect me, Dylan? My entire life is shattered now. You’re both traitors! I don’t want you here anymore. Get out!”

    Dylan stormed out of the house, leaving Amanda alone. She didn’t go after him. Amanda only cared about making Alex crawl back to her. She soon had an idea.

    Amanda drove to Alex’s office. She talked her way past his assistant and then began searching for a specific set of papers. Eventually, her attention was drawn to the safe beside the artificial Pico tree in the corner. She knelt before it, but it was password protected.

    Amanda tried several different passwords without success. Then her gaze landed on the photo frame on Alex’s table. She tried Dylan’s birth date, and the safe opened! She took the documents proving Alex had evaded taxes and went home.

    “I want to meet you, Alex,” she told him on the phone as she hid the documents. “I went through the safe in your office, so if you don’t agree, you’ll go to jail!”

    Amanda was sure Alex would come running after what she had told him, and she was right. He was there within 30 minutes.

    “What are you planning, Amanda?” he yelled as he stormed into the house.

    She tossed a copy of the documents before him. “If you don’t leave your other family and return to me, I’m taking these to the cops!”

    “Jesus!” he cried as he scanned the papers.

    “I can’t believe this…If I hadn’t done this, we’d never have afforded Dylan’s surgery, Amanda. And now you are using that against me??”

    “Those cops won’t care why you did it. Leave your second family or be ready to rot in prison!” she threatened him.

    “I can’t believe you are doing this…” Alex sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

    “AND I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER, MOM!”

    Dylan stood in the doorway. Amanda realized the horror of what she had done when she saw her son’s pale face, but he stepped away from her.

    “Don’t come close to me, Mom. I can’t believe what you just said! Thanks to Dad, I got that surgery, and I’m alive today. I don’t want to know you anymore!” Dylan spun around and dashed out of the house.

    “Are you happy now?” Alex scowled at her. “Do whatever the hell you want, Amanda. If I go to jail for such a ‘crime’ as saving my son’s life, so be it! But I’ll never come back to you!” Alex snapped as he left.

    Amanda cried all night. Her son hated her now, and it was all Alex’s fault. He’d betrayed her and broken their family. He didn’t deserve to live his life peacefully. As time ticked by, Amanda formed a wicked plan.

    The next day, Amanda visited the casino where she once worked as a croupier and asked to see her former boss, Mr. Rodriguez. She entered his office a few minutes later.

    “Amanda, darling! Welcome! Welcome!” Mr. Rodriguez rose to kiss her hand. “I never expected to see you here again. Is everything okay? Have a seat. Have a seat.”

    “I never thought I’d be returning here like this, either, but…I want you to contact some of your…’people’…for me,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I want to hire a hitman.”

    Mr. Rodriguez grew serious. “But whom? You know the drill, darlin’. You give me the information, and I get my guys on it.”

    Amanda placed Alex’s photo on the table.

    “This is my husband, Alex. Make it look like an accident. Car crash, fire, suicide…up to you. Money won’t be a problem. Rest assured of that.”

    Mr. Rodriguez looked at the photo, then at Amanda. “I know someone who’s perfectly skilled for our job, darling. My man will contact you.”

    A few days later, the contract killer contacted Amanda and told her to meet him at the park. Amanda arrived on time and sat on the bench the killer had mentioned. Around 15 minutes later, a man clad in black sat beside her.

    “Did you bring the money?” he asked.

    “Of course. Here.” Amanda handed him a trash bag containing $20,000. “Make it look like an accident! I don’t care how brutally he dies, just ensure the cops don’t suspect me! Most importantly, he should not survive!”

    The man rose and shook his head. “I pity you.”

    His words confused Amanda until a second man appeared beside her. He flashed her his police badge and handcuffed her, shocking her to the core.

    “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST for conspiring to commit the murder of your husband, Alex, Mrs. Gibbs.”

    Amanda panicked and looked at the killer she’d hired, confused. But things became clear when she met Dylan and Alex near the police cruiser.

    “Seriously, Amanda? You hired a hitman to get your stupid revenge? Just imagine what would have happened if the casino owner had not contacted the police!” Alex shook his head in disbelief. “Do you believe it now…that you don’t love me?”

    Dylan had tears in his eyes when Amanda looked at him. She lowered her head and avoided his eyes while sitting inside the police cruiser and asked the officer beside her to close the car door.

  • Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Part 1: The Forgotten Phone

    “Alex, you’re forgetting something!” Amanda called to her husband as he headed to the front door.

    “Oh, god. Thanks, babe. What would I do without you?” He kissed her cheek and took the wallet. “Sorry for the rushed morning, but I’ll try to finish early so we can spend quality time together later…”

    After Amanda saw Alex off, she finished some chores and then slumped on the sofa for a break. She was watching TV when she heard Alex’s ringtone coming from somewhere close by. Amanda looked under the sofa cushion and found Alex’s phone.

    The caller ID showed an unknown number. Amanda was about to answer when it went to voicemail. A little boy’s voice came through the device:

    “Hi, Dad! I know you must be on your way already, but I wanted to say I’m waiting for you! Please come soon!”

    “Dad?” A chill ran down Amanda’s spine as she repeated the word.

    Amanda couldn’t call the unknown number back because she didn’t know the password to unlock Alex’s phone. Her heart sank as she began to suspect Alex had cheated on her. She called Alex’s assistant, Jerry, hoping to ease the worries in her heart and mind.

    “Hello, Jerry,” she said. “This is Amanda. Has Mr. Gibbs arrived yet?”

    “I think there’s some misunderstanding here, Mrs. Gibbs,” Jerry replied.

    “Mr. Gibbs isn’t here today. I’m filling in for him at the meetings.”

    Amanda’s heart dropped, but she maintained her composure. As the call ended, she buried her face in her palms. Amanda loved Alex. She wanted to trust him, but the boy who’d called and Alex’s absence from work both suggested he’d been lying to her.

    Suddenly, Amanda heard car tires on the gravel outside the house. The front door clicked open, and Alex rushed in, asking if she’d seen his phone.

    Part 2: Following the GPS

    Amanda’s blood was boiling. She wanted to confront him right then and there, but she knew he’d come up with a quick lie and get alert if he was really cheating on her. Instead, she rose from the sofa and smiled at him while hiding his phone.

    “I’ll check the bedroom!” Amanda said.

    She quickly disappeared to their bedroom and returned seconds later, pretending she’d found the phone there. Alex thanked her and immediately rushed out again. Amanda walked him to his car and sneakily dropped her fitness band with activated GPS into the car door pocket.

    Amanda waved goodbye, waited a few moments, then followed Alex.

    At first, Alex followed his usual route to the office. Amanda felt awful for doubting him until he suddenly turned in the opposite direction. Twenty minutes later, Alex parked outside a modest house in a town fifteen miles from their home.

    Amanda pulled over. She watched Alex retrieve a gift box from his trunk and enter the house. Her eyes bulged in horror when Alex returned with a little boy in his arms.

    Alex marched to the neighboring house, unlocked the door, and entered with the boy. Amanda snuck closer and peeped through the living room windows. Her stomach knotted as she watched Alex scoop the boy in his arms and kiss him on the cheek.

    Part 3: The Painful Confession

    “What’s going on, Alex? Who is this child?” Amanda yelled as she barged inside to confront her husband.

    “Daddy, who’s she?” The boy asked while Alex stared at her in shock.

    Amanda glared at them.

    “Why is this boy calling you Daddy, Alex? I saw everything, so you better not lie!”

    Alex sent the boy, Caleb, into another room and turned to face Amanda.

    “He’s my son, Amanda,” Alex admitted. “I should have told you before, but…I was scared. I have a second family. Caleb was with a neighbor while his mom was at work.”

    “Wow…” she said after a brief pause, trying not to choke on her tears. “So this is the important meeting you were talking about? How long has it been going on for, Alex? The boy looked old so…”

    “Four years,” he confessed. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what I’ve done is wrong…you can divorce me. I’ll give you half the property and everything. We can still be on good terms.”

    “You’ve really thought this through, huh?” Amanda hissed. “We’ve been married for years! How could you do this to us? I love you!”

    Alex hung his head. “No you don’t, Amanda. This…what our relationship has come to…is just dependency. I’d fix this if I could, but right now, all I can do is provide you with a way out of this mess. You can carry on with your life without me.”

    “Oh god, Alex!” she scoffed in disgust. “I should divorce you so you can live happily ever after with your new family? No woman can accept her husband’s infidelity and move on calmly! You won’t get away with this!”

    Part 4: The Twisted Revenge

    Amanda drove home in tears and retired to her bedroom with a wine bottle. While thinking about how to get her husband back, Amanda’s teenage son, Dylan, sat beside her and asked her what was wrong.

    “Your Dad cheated on me,” she said as she chugged the liquor.

    “Sorry, Mom. I should have told you about it before,” Dylan confessed.

    Amanda almost choked on the wine. “Told me before? What are you hiding from me, Dylan?”

    “Dad…he told me about his other family,” he confessed.

    “I couldn’t believe it. I asked him to tell you the truth, but we were worried you wouldn’t take it well.”

    “You should have told me, Dylan!” Amanda lashed out, unable to believe her son knew everything. “Instead, you kept me in the dark, and I feel so betrayed right now!”

    “I was protecting you, Mom! I love you, and I’m going to support you. I’ll keep you happy, Mom. Trust me!” He placed his hand on hers, but Amanda shoved it away.

    “What made you think that helping your dad cover an ugly truth would protect me, Dylan? My entire life is shattered now. You’re both traitors! I don’t want you here anymore. Get out!”

    Dylan stormed out of the house, leaving Amanda alone. She didn’t go after him. Amanda only cared about making Alex crawl back to her. She soon had an idea.

    Amanda drove to Alex’s office. She talked her way past his assistant and then began searching for a specific set of papers. Eventually, her attention was drawn to the safe beside the artificial Pico tree in the corner. She knelt before it, but it was password protected.

    Amanda tried several different passwords without success. Then her gaze landed on the photo frame on Alex’s table. She tried Dylan’s birth date, and the safe opened! She took the documents proving Alex had evaded taxes and went home.

    “I want to meet you, Alex,” she told him on the phone as she hid the documents. “I went through the safe in your office, so if you don’t agree, you’ll go to jail!”

    Amanda was sure Alex would come running after what she had told him, and she was right. He was there within 30 minutes.

    “What are you planning, Amanda?” he yelled as he stormed into the house.

    She tossed a copy of the documents before him. “If you don’t leave your other family and return to me, I’m taking these to the cops!”

    “Jesus!” he cried as he scanned the papers.

    “I can’t believe this…If I hadn’t done this, we’d never have afforded Dylan’s surgery, Amanda. And now you are using that against me??”

    “Those cops won’t care why you did it. Leave your second family or be ready to rot in prison!” she threatened him.

    “I can’t believe you are doing this…” Alex sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

    “AND I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER, MOM!”

    Dylan stood in the doorway. Amanda realized the horror of what she had done when she saw her son’s pale face, but he stepped away from her.

    “Don’t come close to me, Mom. I can’t believe what you just said! Thanks to Dad, I got that surgery, and I’m alive today. I don’t want to know you anymore!” Dylan spun around and dashed out of the house.

    “Are you happy now?” Alex scowled at her. “Do whatever the hell you want, Amanda. If I go to jail for such a ‘crime’ as saving my son’s life, so be it! But I’ll never come back to you!” Alex snapped as he left.

    Amanda cried all night. Her son hated her now, and it was all Alex’s fault. He’d betrayed her and broken their family. He didn’t deserve to live his life peacefully. As time ticked by, Amanda formed a wicked plan.

    The next day, Amanda visited the casino where she once worked as a croupier and asked to see her former boss, Mr. Rodriguez. She entered his office a few minutes later.

    “Amanda, darling! Welcome! Welcome!” Mr. Rodriguez rose to kiss her hand. “I never expected to see you here again. Is everything okay? Have a seat. Have a seat.”

    “I never thought I’d be returning here like this, either, but…I want you to contact some of your…’people’…for me,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I want to hire a hitman.”

    Mr. Rodriguez grew serious. “But whom? You know the drill, darlin’. You give me the information, and I get my guys on it.”

    Amanda placed Alex’s photo on the table.

    “This is my husband, Alex. Make it look like an accident. Car crash, fire, suicide…up to you. Money won’t be a problem. Rest assured of that.”

    Mr. Rodriguez looked at the photo, then at Amanda. “I know someone who’s perfectly skilled for our job, darling. My man will contact you.”

    A few days later, the contract killer contacted Amanda and told her to meet him at the park. Amanda arrived on time and sat on the bench the killer had mentioned. Around 15 minutes later, a man clad in black sat beside her.

    “Did you bring the money?” he asked.

    “Of course. Here.” Amanda handed him a trash bag containing $20,000. “Make it look like an accident! I don’t care how brutally he dies, just ensure the cops don’t suspect me! Most importantly, he should not survive!”

    The man rose and shook his head. “I pity you.”

    His words confused Amanda until a second man appeared beside her. He flashed her his police badge and handcuffed her, shocking her to the core.

    “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST for conspiring to commit the murder of your husband, Alex, Mrs. Gibbs.”

    Amanda panicked and looked at the killer she’d hired, confused. But things became clear when she met Dylan and Alex near the police cruiser.

    “Seriously, Amanda? You hired a hitman to get your stupid revenge? Just imagine what would have happened if the casino owner had not contacted the police!” Alex shook his head in disbelief. “Do you believe it now…that you don’t love me?”

    Dylan had tears in his eyes when Amanda looked at him. She lowered her head and avoided his eyes while sitting inside the police cruiser and asked the officer beside her to close the car door.

  • Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Man Goes to Work and Forgets Phone at Home, Wife Hears His Voice Mail where Boy Says ‘Hi Dad’

    Part 1: The Forgotten Phone

    “Alex, you’re forgetting something!” Amanda called to her husband as he headed to the front door.

    “Oh, god. Thanks, babe. What would I do without you?” He kissed her cheek and took the wallet. “Sorry for the rushed morning, but I’ll try to finish early so we can spend quality time together later…”

    After Amanda saw Alex off, she finished some chores and then slumped on the sofa for a break. She was watching TV when she heard Alex’s ringtone coming from somewhere close by. Amanda looked under the sofa cushion and found Alex’s phone.

    The caller ID showed an unknown number. Amanda was about to answer when it went to voicemail. A little boy’s voice came through the device:

    “Hi, Dad! I know you must be on your way already, but I wanted to say I’m waiting for you! Please come soon!”

    “Dad?” A chill ran down Amanda’s spine as she repeated the word.

    Amanda couldn’t call the unknown number back because she didn’t know the password to unlock Alex’s phone. Her heart sank as she began to suspect Alex had cheated on her. She called Alex’s assistant, Jerry, hoping to ease the worries in her heart and mind.

    “Hello, Jerry,” she said. “This is Amanda. Has Mr. Gibbs arrived yet?”

    “I think there’s some misunderstanding here, Mrs. Gibbs,” Jerry replied.

    “Mr. Gibbs isn’t here today. I’m filling in for him at the meetings.”

    Amanda’s heart dropped, but she maintained her composure. As the call ended, she buried her face in her palms. Amanda loved Alex. She wanted to trust him, but the boy who’d called and Alex’s absence from work both suggested he’d been lying to her.

    Suddenly, Amanda heard car tires on the gravel outside the house. The front door clicked open, and Alex rushed in, asking if she’d seen his phone.

    Part 2: Following the GPS

    Amanda’s blood was boiling. She wanted to confront him right then and there, but she knew he’d come up with a quick lie and get alert if he was really cheating on her. Instead, she rose from the sofa and smiled at him while hiding his phone.

    “I’ll check the bedroom!” Amanda said.

    She quickly disappeared to their bedroom and returned seconds later, pretending she’d found the phone there. Alex thanked her and immediately rushed out again. Amanda walked him to his car and sneakily dropped her fitness band with activated GPS into the car door pocket.

    Amanda waved goodbye, waited a few moments, then followed Alex.

    At first, Alex followed his usual route to the office. Amanda felt awful for doubting him until he suddenly turned in the opposite direction. Twenty minutes later, Alex parked outside a modest house in a town fifteen miles from their home.

    Amanda pulled over. She watched Alex retrieve a gift box from his trunk and enter the house. Her eyes bulged in horror when Alex returned with a little boy in his arms.

    Alex marched to the neighboring house, unlocked the door, and entered with the boy. Amanda snuck closer and peeped through the living room windows. Her stomach knotted as she watched Alex scoop the boy in his arms and kiss him on the cheek.

    Part 3: The Painful Confession

    “What’s going on, Alex? Who is this child?” Amanda yelled as she barged inside to confront her husband.

    “Daddy, who’s she?” The boy asked while Alex stared at her in shock.

    Amanda glared at them.

    “Why is this boy calling you Daddy, Alex? I saw everything, so you better not lie!”

    Alex sent the boy, Caleb, into another room and turned to face Amanda.

    “He’s my son, Amanda,” Alex admitted. “I should have told you before, but…I was scared. I have a second family. Caleb was with a neighbor while his mom was at work.”

    “Wow…” she said after a brief pause, trying not to choke on her tears. “So this is the important meeting you were talking about? How long has it been going on for, Alex? The boy looked old so…”

    “Four years,” he confessed. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what I’ve done is wrong…you can divorce me. I’ll give you half the property and everything. We can still be on good terms.”

    “You’ve really thought this through, huh?” Amanda hissed. “We’ve been married for years! How could you do this to us? I love you!”

    Alex hung his head. “No you don’t, Amanda. This…what our relationship has come to…is just dependency. I’d fix this if I could, but right now, all I can do is provide you with a way out of this mess. You can carry on with your life without me.”

    “Oh god, Alex!” she scoffed in disgust. “I should divorce you so you can live happily ever after with your new family? No woman can accept her husband’s infidelity and move on calmly! You won’t get away with this!”

    Part 4: The Twisted Revenge

    Amanda drove home in tears and retired to her bedroom with a wine bottle. While thinking about how to get her husband back, Amanda’s teenage son, Dylan, sat beside her and asked her what was wrong.

    “Your Dad cheated on me,” she said as she chugged the liquor.

    “Sorry, Mom. I should have told you about it before,” Dylan confessed.

    Amanda almost choked on the wine. “Told me before? What are you hiding from me, Dylan?”

    “Dad…he told me about his other family,” he confessed.

    “I couldn’t believe it. I asked him to tell you the truth, but we were worried you wouldn’t take it well.”

    “You should have told me, Dylan!” Amanda lashed out, unable to believe her son knew everything. “Instead, you kept me in the dark, and I feel so betrayed right now!”

    “I was protecting you, Mom! I love you, and I’m going to support you. I’ll keep you happy, Mom. Trust me!” He placed his hand on hers, but Amanda shoved it away.

    “What made you think that helping your dad cover an ugly truth would protect me, Dylan? My entire life is shattered now. You’re both traitors! I don’t want you here anymore. Get out!”

    Dylan stormed out of the house, leaving Amanda alone. She didn’t go after him. Amanda only cared about making Alex crawl back to her. She soon had an idea.

    Amanda drove to Alex’s office. She talked her way past his assistant and then began searching for a specific set of papers. Eventually, her attention was drawn to the safe beside the artificial Pico tree in the corner. She knelt before it, but it was password protected.

    Amanda tried several different passwords without success. Then her gaze landed on the photo frame on Alex’s table. She tried Dylan’s birth date, and the safe opened! She took the documents proving Alex had evaded taxes and went home.

    “I want to meet you, Alex,” she told him on the phone as she hid the documents. “I went through the safe in your office, so if you don’t agree, you’ll go to jail!”

    Amanda was sure Alex would come running after what she had told him, and she was right. He was there within 30 minutes.

    “What are you planning, Amanda?” he yelled as he stormed into the house.

    She tossed a copy of the documents before him. “If you don’t leave your other family and return to me, I’m taking these to the cops!”

    “Jesus!” he cried as he scanned the papers.

    “I can’t believe this…If I hadn’t done this, we’d never have afforded Dylan’s surgery, Amanda. And now you are using that against me??”

    “Those cops won’t care why you did it. Leave your second family or be ready to rot in prison!” she threatened him.

    “I can’t believe you are doing this…” Alex sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

    “AND I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER, MOM!”

    Dylan stood in the doorway. Amanda realized the horror of what she had done when she saw her son’s pale face, but he stepped away from her.

    “Don’t come close to me, Mom. I can’t believe what you just said! Thanks to Dad, I got that surgery, and I’m alive today. I don’t want to know you anymore!” Dylan spun around and dashed out of the house.

    “Are you happy now?” Alex scowled at her. “Do whatever the hell you want, Amanda. If I go to jail for such a ‘crime’ as saving my son’s life, so be it! But I’ll never come back to you!” Alex snapped as he left.

    Amanda cried all night. Her son hated her now, and it was all Alex’s fault. He’d betrayed her and broken their family. He didn’t deserve to live his life peacefully. As time ticked by, Amanda formed a wicked plan.

    The next day, Amanda visited the casino where she once worked as a croupier and asked to see her former boss, Mr. Rodriguez. She entered his office a few minutes later.

    “Amanda, darling! Welcome! Welcome!” Mr. Rodriguez rose to kiss her hand. “I never expected to see you here again. Is everything okay? Have a seat. Have a seat.”

    “I never thought I’d be returning here like this, either, but…I want you to contact some of your…’people’…for me,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I want to hire a hitman.”

    Mr. Rodriguez grew serious. “But whom? You know the drill, darlin’. You give me the information, and I get my guys on it.”

    Amanda placed Alex’s photo on the table.

    “This is my husband, Alex. Make it look like an accident. Car crash, fire, suicide…up to you. Money won’t be a problem. Rest assured of that.”

    Mr. Rodriguez looked at the photo, then at Amanda. “I know someone who’s perfectly skilled for our job, darling. My man will contact you.”

    A few days later, the contract killer contacted Amanda and told her to meet him at the park. Amanda arrived on time and sat on the bench the killer had mentioned. Around 15 minutes later, a man clad in black sat beside her.

    “Did you bring the money?” he asked.

    “Of course. Here.” Amanda handed him a trash bag containing $20,000. “Make it look like an accident! I don’t care how brutally he dies, just ensure the cops don’t suspect me! Most importantly, he should not survive!”

    The man rose and shook his head. “I pity you.”

    His words confused Amanda until a second man appeared beside her. He flashed her his police badge and handcuffed her, shocking her to the core.

    “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST for conspiring to commit the murder of your husband, Alex, Mrs. Gibbs.”

    Amanda panicked and looked at the killer she’d hired, confused. But things became clear when she met Dylan and Alex near the police cruiser.

    “Seriously, Amanda? You hired a hitman to get your stupid revenge? Just imagine what would have happened if the casino owner had not contacted the police!” Alex shook his head in disbelief. “Do you believe it now…that you don’t love me?”

    Dylan had tears in his eyes when Amanda looked at him. She lowered her head and avoided his eyes while sitting inside the police cruiser and asked the officer beside her to close the car door.

  • My Husband Told Me to Start Walking to Work to ‘Save on Gas’ – Turns Out He Was Sending the Money to His Ex to Hide a Much Darker Secret

    My Husband Told Me to Start Walking to Work to ‘Save on Gas’ – Turns Out He Was Sending the Money to His Ex to Hide a Much Darker Secret

    Part 1: The First Crack

    “Do you really need the good laundry detergent?” That’s how it started. Small things. Innocent things. I thought Trevor was just stressed after his company cut bonuses. But looking back… that was the first crack in everything I thought we had.

    I used to think love was about compromise.

    Give a little, take a little — that’s what marriage was supposed to be, right? For the first two years, Trevor and I did just that. I had my career in marketing, the apartment my grandmother left me (a sweet little place with sun-soaked windows and creaky floors), and a decent emergency fund. Trevor worked in logistics. Not glamorous, but steady.

    We were… comfortable. Not rolling in money, but we didn’t have to count every penny either.

    That’s why I didn’t question it at first.

    When Trevor came home that night, his face was tight, eyes distant. He barely looked at me as he tossed his keys onto the counter.

    “Rough day?” I asked, setting down my glass of wine.

    He exhaled hard, running a hand through his hair. “I got pulled into a meeting.” His voice was flat. “They’re cutting bonuses this quarter. It’s bad, babe.”

    “I’m so sorry,” I murmured, moving closer. “Do you want to talk about it?”

    “Nah,” he said quickly, his lips brushing against my forehead. “We’ll be fine. We just… need to tighten our belts a little.”

    “Okay,” I nodded. I could do that.

    Then his eyes flicked to my car keys. “No more driving to work, though. You can walk. It’s healthier.”

    I blinked. “Trevor… it’s four miles.”

    “Exactly.” He forced a smile. “Save gas. Get fit. Win-win.”

    I told myself he was just stressed. That this was temporary.

    But that’s the thing about cracks — they start small. Barely noticeable.

    And before you realize it, everything starts to fall apart.

    Part 2: The Secret Messages

    It was a Tuesday night.

    I remember because I was folding towels, half-listening to a podcast, when Trevor’s phone buzzed from the couch.

    Buzz.

    I ignored it at first, but then it lit up again. And again.

    Buzz. Buzz.

    Curious, I glanced over. I wouldn’t have looked twice if it hadn’t been for the preview.

    “You better keep your promise. I need that transfer by Friday, or your wife finds out EVERYTHING.”

    I froze. My hands went limp, the towel slipping to the floor as my heart slammed against my ribs.

    What the hell was that?

    My throat went dry. I blinked, hoping I’d misread it. But no. The message was still there. From a contact saved as… “C.”

    I knew I shouldn’t. I knew. But my body moved before my brain could stop it. I grabbed his phone. My fingers hovered over the screen for a split second.

    Don’t do it.

    But I did.

    The passcode? My birthday. How ironic.

    And that’s when my world cracked open.

    Dozens of messages.

    “Did you get my last transfer?”

    “We can’t keep doing this.”

    Photos. Bank transfer receipts. Venmo screenshots with vague labels like “groceries” and “utilities.”

    Only… they weren’t my groceries.

    My stomach flipped as I scrolled deeper. And then, I saw it.

    An email.

    Subject: RE: Final arrangements. From: C. Parker.

    Caroline.

    His ex-wife.

    The one he claimed he was “amicably divorced” from five years ago. The one who had “wanted different things.”

    Apparently, what she really wanted… was his money. And he was giving it to her.

    I stared at the screen, my vision blurring.

    She was blackmailing him.

    I sat on the couch, Trevor’s phone still in my hand, my pulse pounding in my ears. I didn’t want to believe it, but the messages were right there, glaring back at me.

    “I see your wife’s post on Instagram. She’s eager for a child. Does she know that you’re just using her and will never give her a baby? If you want to keep my mouth shut, a monthly share from your salary should be transferred to me.”

    My heart stopped.

    I scrolled further down, and my heart skipped a beat after learning the shocking truth.

    Trevor had a vasectomy.

    Long before we got married.

    And he never told me.

    My mind flashed back to all the conversations over the years. The hopeful talks about names and nursery colors. The way he’d hold me close and kiss my forehead when I brought up having a baby.

    “Soon, babe. Just not yet.”

    Lies.

    He let me dream. Let me hope. All while knowing it would never happen.

    The worst part?

    He wasn’t just lying to me. He was paying Caroline — his ex-wife — to keep me in the dark. Month after month.

    I didn’t sleep that night. I sat in the dark, scrolling through every message, every transaction, every damning piece of evidence until my eyes burned.

    By morning, I was hollow.

    But I didn’t confront him.

    Not yet.

    I needed a plan.

    Part 3: The Fake Pregnancy

    “You want to play games, Trevor?” I whispered to the empty room. “Let’s play.”

    If he thought he could lie to me for years… he had another thing coming.

    I’d sacrificed so much — my time, my future, my body — all for a dream Trevor knew would never come true. I walked miles to work, ate peanut butter sandwiches, and swapped vacations for “responsible” saving, all while he funneled my hard-earned money to his ex-wife to keep his dirty little secret.

    But I wasn’t going to confront him with just anger. No. I wanted to destroy his lies so completely that he couldn’t crawl his way out.

    That’s when the idea hit me.

    A fake positive pregnancy test.

    Two days later, I was ready. I waited until after dinner, making sure the lighting was dim and my voice was soft, shaky. I sat on the edge of the couch, hands trembling just enough to sell it.

    “Trevor…” I whispered, looking down as if I couldn’t meet his eyes. “I… I think I’m pregnant.”

    The fork clattered from his hand.

    “What?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

    “I took two tests this morning. Both positive.” I glanced up, biting my lip. “I’m booking a doctor’s appointment this week to confirm.”

    His reaction was immediate. He shot up from the table, nearly knocking his chair over.

    “No.” His voice was sharp. Panicked.

    My stomach flipped. “Trevor…” I blinked, letting tears well in my eyes. “Why not?”

    “You…you must’ve…” He was rambling, his hands raking through his hair. “You cheated! That baby isn’t mine!”

    And then… jackpot.

    “I had a vasectomy five years ago,” he blurted, his voice rising. “Caroline knew. That’s why we never had kids.”

    Silence.

    His face went pale the second he realized what he’d just said.

    I leaned back, crossing my arms.

    “Thank you, Trevor.” I pulled the fake pregnancy test from my purse and tossed it onto the table. His eyes darted to it, his face crumpling.

    “The test’s fake,” I said coldly. “But your confession? Very real.”

    “Babe, wait… I was going to tell you… I just—”

    “Tell me?” My voice cracked. “You let me cry myself to sleep, wondering what was wrong with me. You let me believe I’d never be a mom. And all the while… you were paying her to keep quiet.”

    He reached for my hand, but I yanked it away.

    “Don’t.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

    That night, I packed his bags.

    “Get out, Trevor.”

    Part 4: The Final Reckoning

    The next morning, I called a lawyer and told him to start preparing divorce papers.

    But I didn’t stop there.

    Something in me snapped. I wanted answers. I wanted the truth. So I did something I never thought I’d do.

    I reached out to Caroline.

    At first, she ignored my messages. I couldn’t blame her. But after a few days, she agreed to meet.

    We met at a quiet little coffee shop, and when she walked in, she looked different. Tired. Worn down.

    “I never wanted to hurt you,” she said softly, her hands wrapped around her coffee cup like it was the only thing holding her together.

    “Then why?” My voice was barely above a whisper.

    She looked down, her eyes clouded with guilt. “He told me you knew,” she murmured. “Said you were okay with not having kids. I only realized the truth when I saw your baby shower Pinterest board.”

    My chest tightened. Then she reached into her bag and slid something across the table.

    A copy of Trevor’s vasectomy paperwork.

    “Just in case,” she whispered.

    But that wasn’t all.

    Turns out, Trevor had played her too. Promised her a family. Strung her along for five years while she blamed herself.

    She left him when she found out. And now, I was standing in line for the same heartbreak. Only this time? I refused to let it break me.

    I sold the condo, took my savings, and moved across the country. And with the help of an incredible fertility clinic and a kind-hearted donor, I’m now pregnant. No lies. No secrets. Just me and a little life I can’t wait to meet.

    Trevor tried to contact me.

    “I miss you. I deserve a second chance.”

    I sent him a screenshot of the ultrasound with one line:

    “You said life was too expensive to waste on gas money. So do us both a favor and don’t waste time driving across the country to find me.”

  • My Husband Told Me to Start Walking to Work to ‘Save on Gas’ – Turns Out He Was Sending the Money to His Ex to Hide a Much Darker Secret

    My Husband Told Me to Start Walking to Work to ‘Save on Gas’ – Turns Out He Was Sending the Money to His Ex to Hide a Much Darker Secret

    Part 1: The First Crack

    “Do you really need the good laundry detergent?” That’s how it started. Small things. Innocent things. I thought Trevor was just stressed after his company cut bonuses. But looking back… that was the first crack in everything I thought we had.

    I used to think love was about compromise.

    Give a little, take a little — that’s what marriage was supposed to be, right? For the first two years, Trevor and I did just that. I had my career in marketing, the apartment my grandmother left me (a sweet little place with sun-soaked windows and creaky floors), and a decent emergency fund. Trevor worked in logistics. Not glamorous, but steady.

    We were… comfortable. Not rolling in money, but we didn’t have to count every penny either.

    That’s why I didn’t question it at first.

    When Trevor came home that night, his face was tight, eyes distant. He barely looked at me as he tossed his keys onto the counter.

    “Rough day?” I asked, setting down my glass of wine.

    He exhaled hard, running a hand through his hair. “I got pulled into a meeting.” His voice was flat. “They’re cutting bonuses this quarter. It’s bad, babe.”

    “I’m so sorry,” I murmured, moving closer. “Do you want to talk about it?”

    “Nah,” he said quickly, his lips brushing against my forehead. “We’ll be fine. We just… need to tighten our belts a little.”

    “Okay,” I nodded. I could do that.

    Then his eyes flicked to my car keys. “No more driving to work, though. You can walk. It’s healthier.”

    I blinked. “Trevor… it’s four miles.”

    “Exactly.” He forced a smile. “Save gas. Get fit. Win-win.”

    I told myself he was just stressed. That this was temporary.

    But that’s the thing about cracks — they start small. Barely noticeable.

    And before you realize it, everything starts to fall apart.

    Part 2: The Secret Messages

    It was a Tuesday night.

    I remember because I was folding towels, half-listening to a podcast, when Trevor’s phone buzzed from the couch.

    Buzz.

    I ignored it at first, but then it lit up again. And again.

    Buzz. Buzz.

    Curious, I glanced over. I wouldn’t have looked twice if it hadn’t been for the preview.

    “You better keep your promise. I need that transfer by Friday, or your wife finds out EVERYTHING.”

    I froze. My hands went limp, the towel slipping to the floor as my heart slammed against my ribs.

    What the hell was that?

    My throat went dry. I blinked, hoping I’d misread it. But no. The message was still there. From a contact saved as… “C.”

    I knew I shouldn’t. I knew. But my body moved before my brain could stop it. I grabbed his phone. My fingers hovered over the screen for a split second.

    Don’t do it.

    But I did.

    The passcode? My birthday. How ironic.

    And that’s when my world cracked open.

    Dozens of messages.

    “Did you get my last transfer?”

    “We can’t keep doing this.”

    Photos. Bank transfer receipts. Venmo screenshots with vague labels like “groceries” and “utilities.”

    Only… they weren’t my groceries.

    My stomach flipped as I scrolled deeper. And then, I saw it.

    An email.

    Subject: RE: Final arrangements. From: C. Parker.

    Caroline.

    His ex-wife.

    The one he claimed he was “amicably divorced” from five years ago. The one who had “wanted different things.”

    Apparently, what she really wanted… was his money. And he was giving it to her.

    I stared at the screen, my vision blurring.

    She was blackmailing him.

    I sat on the couch, Trevor’s phone still in my hand, my pulse pounding in my ears. I didn’t want to believe it, but the messages were right there, glaring back at me.

    “I see your wife’s post on Instagram. She’s eager for a child. Does she know that you’re just using her and will never give her a baby? If you want to keep my mouth shut, a monthly share from your salary should be transferred to me.”

    My heart stopped.

    I scrolled further down, and my heart skipped a beat after learning the shocking truth.

    Trevor had a vasectomy.

    Long before we got married.

    And he never told me.

    My mind flashed back to all the conversations over the years. The hopeful talks about names and nursery colors. The way he’d hold me close and kiss my forehead when I brought up having a baby.

    “Soon, babe. Just not yet.”

    Lies.

    He let me dream. Let me hope. All while knowing it would never happen.

    The worst part?

    He wasn’t just lying to me. He was paying Caroline — his ex-wife — to keep me in the dark. Month after month.

    I didn’t sleep that night. I sat in the dark, scrolling through every message, every transaction, every damning piece of evidence until my eyes burned.

    By morning, I was hollow.

    But I didn’t confront him.

    Not yet.

    I needed a plan.

    Part 3: The Fake Pregnancy

    “You want to play games, Trevor?” I whispered to the empty room. “Let’s play.”

    If he thought he could lie to me for years… he had another thing coming.

    I’d sacrificed so much — my time, my future, my body — all for a dream Trevor knew would never come true. I walked miles to work, ate peanut butter sandwiches, and swapped vacations for “responsible” saving, all while he funneled my hard-earned money to his ex-wife to keep his dirty little secret.

    But I wasn’t going to confront him with just anger. No. I wanted to destroy his lies so completely that he couldn’t crawl his way out.

    That’s when the idea hit me.

    A fake positive pregnancy test.

    Two days later, I was ready. I waited until after dinner, making sure the lighting was dim and my voice was soft, shaky. I sat on the edge of the couch, hands trembling just enough to sell it.

    “Trevor…” I whispered, looking down as if I couldn’t meet his eyes. “I… I think I’m pregnant.”

    The fork clattered from his hand.

    “What?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

    “I took two tests this morning. Both positive.” I glanced up, biting my lip. “I’m booking a doctor’s appointment this week to confirm.”

    His reaction was immediate. He shot up from the table, nearly knocking his chair over.

    “No.” His voice was sharp. Panicked.

    My stomach flipped. “Trevor…” I blinked, letting tears well in my eyes. “Why not?”

    “You…you must’ve…” He was rambling, his hands raking through his hair. “You cheated! That baby isn’t mine!”

    And then… jackpot.

    “I had a vasectomy five years ago,” he blurted, his voice rising. “Caroline knew. That’s why we never had kids.”

    Silence.

    His face went pale the second he realized what he’d just said.

    I leaned back, crossing my arms.

    “Thank you, Trevor.” I pulled the fake pregnancy test from my purse and tossed it onto the table. His eyes darted to it, his face crumpling.

    “The test’s fake,” I said coldly. “But your confession? Very real.”

    “Babe, wait… I was going to tell you… I just—”

    “Tell me?” My voice cracked. “You let me cry myself to sleep, wondering what was wrong with me. You let me believe I’d never be a mom. And all the while… you were paying her to keep quiet.”

    He reached for my hand, but I yanked it away.

    “Don’t.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

    That night, I packed his bags.

    “Get out, Trevor.”

    Part 4: The Final Reckoning

    The next morning, I called a lawyer and told him to start preparing divorce papers.

    But I didn’t stop there.

    Something in me snapped. I wanted answers. I wanted the truth. So I did something I never thought I’d do.

    I reached out to Caroline.

    At first, she ignored my messages. I couldn’t blame her. But after a few days, she agreed to meet.

    We met at a quiet little coffee shop, and when she walked in, she looked different. Tired. Worn down.

    “I never wanted to hurt you,” she said softly, her hands wrapped around her coffee cup like it was the only thing holding her together.

    “Then why?” My voice was barely above a whisper.

    She looked down, her eyes clouded with guilt. “He told me you knew,” she murmured. “Said you were okay with not having kids. I only realized the truth when I saw your baby shower Pinterest board.”

    My chest tightened. Then she reached into her bag and slid something across the table.

    A copy of Trevor’s vasectomy paperwork.

    “Just in case,” she whispered.

    But that wasn’t all.

    Turns out, Trevor had played her too. Promised her a family. Strung her along for five years while she blamed herself.

    She left him when she found out. And now, I was standing in line for the same heartbreak. Only this time? I refused to let it break me.

    I sold the condo, took my savings, and moved across the country. And with the help of an incredible fertility clinic and a kind-hearted donor, I’m now pregnant. No lies. No secrets. Just me and a little life I can’t wait to meet.

    Trevor tried to contact me.

    “I miss you. I deserve a second chance.”

    I sent him a screenshot of the ultrasound with one line:

    “You said life was too expensive to waste on gas money. So do us both a favor and don’t waste time driving across the country to find me.”