Jealousy Destroyed Me: When I Saw My Wife Step Out of Another Mans Car, I Lost Control and Ruined My Life
I stood by the window, fists clenched, my heart pounding so violently I thought it might burst. The room was utterly silent, yet inside my skull, one question roared like a storm: *Why is she so late?*
The clock on the wall ticked deafeningly, each second a hammer blow.
It was late. Far too late.
Thenheadlights sliced through the dark street.
A sleek black car rolled to a stop right outside the house. My breath caught. A man was behind the wheeltall, self-assured, someone I didnt know.
Then the passenger door opened.
And *she* stepped out.
Something inside me shattered.
She was smiling. Effortlessly, as if it meant nothing. She leaned into the window, murmured something to the driver, and he *laughed*. A deep, easy laugh.
Then she shut the door and strolled toward the house, utterly calm.
Every muscle in my body coiled like a spring.
*Who was he? How long had this been going on? How had I been so blind?*
The front door clicked open. She walked in, tossing her handbag onto the table with careless indifference.
*”Who was that?”* My voice was tight, strained.
She paused, frowning at me. *”Who was who?”*
*”The man in the car. Who is he?”*
She sighed, exasperated, as if I were being unreasonable. *”William, dont start. That was James, Marthas husband. He gave me a lift because it was late. Are we really going to argue over this?”*
But Id stopped listening.
My mind was a whirlwind. My blood boiled.
Then my hand moved on its own.
The slap cracked through the room like a gunshot.
She stumbled back, clutching her face. A thin trickle of blood seeped from her nose.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
And then I saw it in her eyes.
Not anger. Not pain.
*Fear.*
I knew it was over.
No going back.
She didnt scream. Didnt cry.
Just grabbed her coat and left.
The next morning, a solicitor knocked on my door with divorce papers.
The court took *everything*even my son.
*”I put up with your jealousy for years,”* she told me later, her voice icy. *”But violence? Never.”*
I begged for forgiveness. Swore it was a mistake. A moment of madness. That Id never do it again.
She didnt care.
Then came the final blowin court, she claimed I was aggressive with our son.
A lie.
A calculated, vicious lie. Id never laid a finger on him. Never raised my voice.
But who would believe me? A man whod already struck his wife.
The judge didnt hesitate.
She got full custody.
I got scrapsa few hours a week. Supervised visits in a neutral place.
No nights together. No mornings making him breakfast.
For six months, I lived for those moments.
For the way hed sprint into my arms, hug me tight, and whisper how much he missed me.
And then, every time, Id have to watch him walk away.
Until one day, he told me something that broke me completely.
The truth, spoken innocently by my five-year-old boy.
He was growing. Starting to notice things.
And one day, as he played with his toy cars, he said it without thinking:
*”Daddy, Mummy wasnt home last night. A lady came to stay with me.”*
My body went rigid.
*”What lady?”* My throat was dry.
*”Dunno. She always comes when Mummy goes out at night.”*
I couldnt breathe.
*”Where does Mummy go?”*
He shrugged. *”She doesnt tell me.”*
My hands curled into fists.
I had to know the truth.
And when I found it, something inside me *snapped.*
Shed hired a babysitter.
A stranger.
While I begged for more time with my son, she left him with someone else.
I called her, my voice trembling with fury.
*”Why is our son with a stranger when Im right here?”*
Her reply was ice. *”Because its easier this way.”*
*”Easier?!”* My breath came ragged. *”Im his father! If youre not there, he should be with me!”*
She sighed, impatient. *”William, Im not dragging him to your flat every time I have plans. Stop being dramatic.”*
My knuckles whitened around the phone.
What could I do? Report her? Fight in court again?
What if I lost?
One mistake.
One moment of rage.
And they took *everything* from me.
But my son
I wont lose him.
I wont let a stranger raise him.
Ill fight.
Because hes all I have left.
