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Is it wrong that I suspected my husband of wanting to kill me?I know I shouldn’t feel that way, but something has felt off.Originally, my husband Alan and I had met in college while in our undergrad program. We started dating and right after graduation, I married, who I thought to be, the man of my dreams and became his trophy housewife. I happily watched as Alan’s career sky-rocketed, and he reached his peak as a multi-millionaire.For the past five years, Alan has been an exceptional husband. Even with his thriving and busy company, he made sure our romance and relationship as husband and wife continues to thrive and grow stronger. I never felt the need to complain. Our lives were perfect, with the exception of no children.But recently, something has shifted. My husband’s behavior changed suddenly and almost abruptly. It seemed like Alan stopped looking at me and started stalking me with his eyes instead. I would often catch him staring at me from behind and when I didn’t cat

It was finally time for bed and my suspicion was unnerving and it was making me restless. I needed answers. After a few unsuccessful attempts at my putting my thoughts to rest, I finally accept defeat ands decide to take another sleeping pill. I don’t want to believe that my husband is cheating on and harboring a mistress. I don’t want to believe that he could truly betray me like that, but I could feel it deep in soul. Something’s not right.I spent the next two days in a turmoil of pent-up emotions. Has my husband betrayed me? Is he in love with someone else? Is he trying to kill me? Is it all in my head? It isn’t until I hear the doorbell ring again that Im snapped back into the present. I head for the door and am met with a lonely courier package on my front step once again. I feel the air in my lungs tightening as I hold my breath. What could be in the box this time? I feel my body tense and my heart drop. My hands began shaking as I reluctantly open the box and find a partial

The first step to finding out if your husband is cheating and has a mistress is to keep tabs on him. So, every morning, I’ve been waking up, dressing in secret and pretending to be asleep all before my husband gets ready and leaves for work. Then I follow him in a rental vehicle that I never park at home and watch him secretly from outside his company building. For the last two days, I haven’t witnessed anything out of the ordinary. He simply worked until it was time to leave for the day but today seemed to be a little different. I was waiting outside for a bit when I spotted Alan leaving his office early, heading to his car and picking up a woman roadside. My jaw couldn’t help but hang open as I watched this roadside interacting. He seemed to know this woman and was far too comfortable around her. Could this be the same woman who’s been sending me the boxes? Has he brought this woman to our home? Could I have been so blind to my own husband’s infidelities. I feel like I’ve been

After my unhappy departure from my husband, I begin the walk of utter shame to my car alone. After turning on the car, I’m just turning onto the road when I hear my phone ding with a text message notification. I decide to pull over and see if it’s Alan. Surely, he had a few words for me after my surprise appearance. I pull out my phone and immediately noticed that the number was unsaved and unfamiliar to me, and I feel my heart skip a beat as I open the message with trembling fingers. ‘You were just seconds too late. You had just missed me.’ I read the words over again and my cheeks and ears start to burn red. Judging by the tone in this message, this must be Alan’s mysterious mistress and it was obvious that this, my suffering, was comical to her. She was getting a rise out of watching me fail. Was she aware that I was following them? She must’ve been if she was able to elude me so quickly. How was she able to escape and cover her tracks so quickly? And why evade me if she was

After waking up in bed alone, I find myself with a growing migraine as I try to run through the events of last night in my head. It almost felt like a bad dream. I run by every detail in my memory and couldn’t believe it. Alan waiting up for me to gaslight me was beyond comprehension and worst of all, the evidence was gone. As if it had disappeared into thin air? It just didn’t make any sense. Did Alan have something to do with this? How could he have known about the packages? I get up quickly and decide to look once more for the packages that had been sent to me from my husband’s mysterious mistress. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me? Maybe I did drink too much and simply forgot where I put them. I checked my hiding place where I thought I had originally placed them, in an old covered cupboard behind our vintage wine collection and found nothing. But something felt off, the cupboard was swept clean and left with not even a speckle of dust. That wasn’t what it looked like when I