Jealousy Destroyed Me: When I Saw My Wife Step Out of Another Mans Car, I Lost Control and Ruined My Life
I stood by the window, fists clenched, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. The room was silent, but my mind echoed with one relentless question: *Why is she so late?*
The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second dragging.
It was late. Too late.
Then, headlights cut through the darkness.
A sleek black car pulled up outside the house. My breath caught. A man was behind the wheeltall, confident, someone I didnt recognise.
The passenger door opened.
And she stepped out.
Something inside me shattered.
She was smiling. So casually, it chilled me to the bone. She leaned into the window, said something to the driver, and he *laughed*.
Then she shut the door and walked calmly toward the house.
Every muscle in my body tensed.
*Who was that man? How long had this been going on? How could I have been so blind?*
The door opened, and she strolled in, tossing her handbag onto the table without a care.
Who was that? I asked, my voice tight.
She paused, frowning. Who was who?
The man in the car. Who is he?
She sighed, as if I were exhausting her. Edward, dont start. It was James, Marthas husband. He gave me a lift because it was late. Are we really going to argue about this?
But I wasnt listening.
My mind was a whirlwind. My blood boiled.
Then my hand moved before I could stop it.
The slap echoed through the room.
She staggered back, clutching her face. A trickle of blood ran from her nose.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Then I saw it in her eyes.
Not anger. Not pain. *Fear.*
I knew it was over.
There was no going back.
She didnt scream. Didnt cry.
Just grabbed her coat and left.
The next morning, a solicitor arrived with divorce papers.
The court took everythingeven my son.
I put up with your jealousy for years, she said coldly. But violence? Never.
I begged for forgiveness. Swore it was a mistake, a moment of madness, that it wouldnt happen again.
She didnt care.
Then came the final blowin court, she claimed I was aggressive with our son.
A lie.
A cruel, calculated lie. Id never laid a hand on him. Never raised my voice.
But who would believe me? A man whod already hit his wife.
The judge didnt hesitate.
She got full custody.
I got a few hours a week. Supervised visits in a neutral place.
No nights together. No mornings making him breakfast.
For six months, I lived for those moments.
For when hed run into my arms, hug me tight, and whisper how much he missed me.
And then, once again, Id have to watch him leave.
Until one day, he said something that broke me entirely.
He was growing up. Starting to notice things.
While playing with his toy cars, he said casually, Daddy, Mummy wasnt home yesterday. A lady came to stay with me.
My stomach twisted.
What lady? I asked, my throat tight.
Dunno. She always comes when Mummy goes out at night.
I couldnt breathe.
Where does Mummy go?
He shrugged. She doesnt tell me.
My hands balled into fists.
I had to know the truth.
And when I found out, everything inside me exploded.
Shed hired a babysitter.
A stranger.
While I begged for more time with my son, she left him with someone else.
I called her, shaking.
Why is our son with a stranger when Im right here?
Her voice was ice. Because its easier.
Easier?! My breath came in sharp bursts. Im his father! If youre not there, he should be with me.
She sighed impatiently. Edward, Im not dragging him to your place every time I have plans. Stop making a scene.
I gripped the phone so hard my knuckles whitened.
What could I do? Report her? Fight in court again?
What if I lost?
One mistake.
One moment of rage.
And Id lost everything.
But my son
I wont lose him.
I wont let a stranger raise him.
Ill fight.
Because hes all I have left.
And sometimes, the cost of losing control isnt just a momentits a lifetime.
