I stumbled into a chilling exchange between my wife and my son, and my world began to unravel. It was a regular day at work
when my phone rang, and Arthur’s trembling voice shattered the routine: “Dad, come home. Now!” Panic surged through me as
I heard Sandy screaming in the background, threatening our son not to reveal what he’d seen.
I rushed home, heart pounding and mind reeling with fear and questions.
Had I missed signs? Was Sandy hiding something all along? As I pulled into the driveway, neighbors stood outside whispering
nervously. When I finally reached Arthur, what he said made my blood run cold—he’d seen Sandy with another man in our
bedroom. My heart broke as I barged in, only to catch them red-handed.
But just when I thought I had seen the worst, Arthur whispered something that changed everything:
“Dad, I recorded it.”
