My Husband Left A Hidden Folder On His Laptop — The Sick Joke Inside Destroyed Our Marriage
Part 2
Dan’s hand slammed violently down on the mechanical keyboard.
He hit the emergency sleep shortcut with incredible speed.
The monitor faded to black just as Craig’s tall shadow fell across the doorway.
Craig stood there, a charming, brilliant smile plastered on his handsome face.
He was wearing his perfectly tailored navy suit, looking effortlessly flawless.
His dark hair was perfectly styled, not a single strand out of place despite the rain.
He looked exactly like the incredibly loving man I had adored for four years.
He looked like an absolute, unforgiving monster.
He stepped confidently into the room, his bright eyes finding mine instantly.
“There’s my beautiful wife.”
He dropped his heavy leather duffel bag onto the expensive Persian rug.
He walked straight over and wrapped his strong, familiar arms around my waist.
His warm lips pressed softly against my pale cheek.
I smelled stale airport coffee and sharp, minty chewing gum.
Underneath that mundane scent, I smelled a faint, sickeningly sweet floral perfume.
Heather’s signature designer scent.
My stomach rolled with violent, overwhelming nausea.
I forcefully commanded my rigid muscles to relax into his intimate touch.
I desperately willed my heart to stop hammering against my fragile ribs.
I leaned into his embrace, flawlessly playing the part of the devoted, clueless wife.
I finally managed to force coherent words out of my tight throat.
“You’re back early.”
My voice sounded incredibly hollow and distant to my own ears.
He didn’t seem to notice the sheer, paralyzing terror vibrating beneath my skin.
He kissed my forehead tenderly, playing his part to perfection.
“The meetings ended early, so I grabbed the very first flight home.”
He finally noticed my two friends standing awkwardly in the corner of the room.
“Hey Dan, Brenda, I didn’t know we had company tonight.”
Dan’s voice was remarkably steady, considering what he had just witnessed.
“Just fixing the Wi-Fi router.”
Dan subtly shifted his rolling chair to completely block the computer tower from view.
Brenda was staring at Craig with lethal, unblinking intensity.
Her hands were balled into tight, shaking fists at her sides.
She looked like she wanted to set him on fire right there in the study.
I dug my fingernails deep into the soft flesh of my own palms.
The sharp physical pain grounded me, keeping me tethered to this horrific reality.
I had to play along with his sick, twisted game.
I had to fiercely protect the damning evidence hidden on that encrypted hard drive.
If he realized we saw it, he would permanently delete everything instantly.
He would drain the trust fund accounts before the sun even came up.
I pulled away from him smoothly and offered a bright, entirely empty smile.
It was the absolute hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life.
My tone was sickeningly sweet, dripping with fake adoration.
“I’ll heat up some pizza for you.”
I walked quickly out of the suffocating study.
I left him in there with Dan and the sleeping monitor holding all his dark secrets.
My mind was racing a million miles an hour, formulating desperate plans.
I stepped into the cold kitchen and tightly gripped the edge of the granite counter.
I was a disposable pawn in my own beautiful marriage.
He was going to completely, utterly ruin my life.
Unless I ruined him first.
How do you smile at the man who just destroyed your life, while planning to destroy his?
