Karma’s Edge
After I was rescued from a staged kidnapping, my wife, Vanessa, moved out of our bedroom on her own. No matter how I explained, she insisted I had been attacked because I had cheated.
Even when I tried to touch her, she screamed and threw up on me.
Friends and relatives looked at me with more and more pity.
Everyone told me, "Vanessa's a good woman. Stop tormenting her."
Even my son snapped, "You're so filthy. Why do you have to force Mom?"
From then on, I was branded a cheater and a lunatic.
I spent the rest of my life in misery and despair, and in my old age, I ended that wretched life by throwing myself into a lake.
Only after I died did I learn that the kidnapping had been staged by Vanessa herself.
She used my guilt to make me take care of our son and her father.
Meanwhile, she kept herself "pure" for the man she'd never gotten over and lived a carefree life with him.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I was rescued.