My Husband Cheated on Me, And His Girlfriend Murdered Me

My heart was racing, so I called Roxanne. She picked up almost immediately. “Hey, Livy! What’s up?”

“Do you have time to meet?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Hmm, let me think… How about next Saturday? I’m out of town right now.”

“Okay, I’ll take the day off on Saturday. Thanks, Roxanne,” I said, feeling a bit of relief.

“Is this about Garet?” she asked, her voice full of concern.

“Huh?”

“You seem like you want to talk about something important,” she said.

“Yeah, it’s a long story. I’ll fill you in when we meet.”

There was a short pause before she said, “Alright, just don’t overthink things too much, okay?”

Her tone was laced with worry, and I could tell she sensed something was off. That’s what they call the best friend’s radar—when you have a close connection with someone, you often pick up on each other’s feelings, even without words.

After the call ended, I took screenshots of the notifications, the weird account’s profile, and the photos, just in case they got deleted later. I planned to lay everything out for Roxanne in person.

I had always been open with her. From the early days of dating Garet to our marriage, I shared my feelings and problems with her. Even though she could be loud and silly at times, she had always given me solid advice and a listening ear.

I crossed my fingers, hoping she could help me this time. She wasn’t a marriage counselor and was still single herself, but it would be comforting to have someone to talk to about this mess.

With a week to go before my meeting with Roxanne, I tried to distract myself by diving into work. I hoped that keeping busy might help quiet my tangled thoughts.

Garet was becoming more and more distant, to the point where he didn’t even want to visit my mom with me. This led to yet another fight. “You have time for that bitch, but when it comes to my mom, you’re busy, huh?” I snapped. Cheating on me was one thing, but disrespecting my mom was crossing the line. She always doted on him, and I knew she loved him as much as she loved me.

“Stop it, Livy! I’m not making excuses. You can check my schedule with my secretary if you don’t trust me. And watch your mouth; don’t go around calling people bitches,” he shot back.

“I don’t care, she’s a little bitch. Are you defending your girlfriend now, Garet? How low can you get? I really thought you were at least a decent man.”

We fought constantly. Whenever we were together, it was either yelling and shouting or cold, silent treatment. The relentless online harassment didn’t help either. That account, which I was convinced was run by Jane, kept sending me photos of my husband whenever they were together. All I could do was mute it.

I started to think this was Jane’s way of getting back at me. I could make things tough for her at work, but she could even the score by wrecking my marriage and flaunting her affair with my husband. I wanted to confront her publicly, but I knew I had to be smart or I’d end up embarrassing myself. She cleverly hid her face and identity, leaving just enough clues for me to know it was her, but not enough for me to call her out. What a snake!

A few days later, my mom called me again. “Livy, when will you be here? You’re making me sad.”

I realized it had been a month since Mom asked me to visit her. With everything going on with Garet, I wasn’t sure what to say. If Mom found out we were having issues, she’d be so worried.

“Yeah, Mom. Garet’s still busy with some cases. I think I’ll visit you alone at the end of the month,” I replied. Reconnecting with nature and spending time with my mom sounded like the therapy I needed.

“Are you two okay?” she asked.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be?” I tried to sound cheerful to keep her from worrying. “We bought you a bunch of multivitamins and supplements. You have to take them all and stay healthy,” I added.

“I don’t need those. I eat natural foods here. So unlike you city people. I’ll be fine,” Mom joked.

We chatted for another ten minutes, mostly about the fruits she was growing and harvesting. I felt much better after talking to her and headed to the pantry to make some coffee.

Inside, a few nurses were chatting and laughing.

“Are you sure it’s her?”

“Yes, she’s that pretty intern.”

“You saw her getting out of a BMW in the lobby? Do you think she’s rich?”

“No, it must be her sugar daddy.”

“You sure it was a BMW?”

“Geez, why don’t you believe me? I saw it with my own eyes. It was a red BMW, something we can’t afford.”

“Well, no wonder. She’s pretty; she can get a rich man easily.”

“And she’s still young, too.”

I tried to ignore their gossip as I focused on making my coffee, but it left a bitter taste in my mouth. Garet drove a red BMW, and I couldn’t shake the bad feeling creeping in.

I turned around. “Who are you girls talking about?”

They looked caught off guard and nervous. My reputation as a strict and serious doctor probably made them worry about being scolded for gossiping.

“No, Ms. Wilson, it’s...”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to scold you. I’m just curious,” I reassured them.

“Eh, it’s Jane Dunne. The intern under you... but it’s just our assumption, we didn’t mean to…”

“Miss Dunne? Okay, that’s all I wanted to know,” I said, heading back to my office, leaving them looking puzzled.

I called the nurse's desk and asked for Jane to come to my office. She walked in and asked calmly, “You wanted to see me, Doc?”

I always found it sickening to deal with people like her; they were the hardest to handle.

“Yeah, have a seat,” I said.

We locked eyes for a few seconds in silence. Then, I spoke, “I know what you’re up to. It’s not going to work. Do you forget that I’m your superior here? You think you can do whatever you want without facing consequences?”

I had to make her understand her place and stop acting like a brat. She showed no expression and said, “I don’t understand, Ms. Wilson. What are you talking about?”

“It’s no use playing dumb with me. I’ve spoken to the director. You’re not passing your internship here, and you’re banned from applying again,” I said firmly. This girl wanted to play stupid games, and now she could have her stupid prize.

Her expression quickly changed, and she looked devastated. “No, you can’t do this! You can’t kick me out just because of a personal opinion!”

“Actually, I can. Do you forget who I am? I’m the key doctor here, and the director trusts me. And you’re just an intern, a lousy one who’s always messing around. I have enough proof of your poor work, Jane,” I said, smirking.

She was silent, looking shocked.

“Why? You think I’m weak, and you can pester me all you want? Silly girl.”

“You old witch! You can’t stop me! I’ll take Garry back, take your place, and get rid of you! Just watch, I will… I will…” She suddenly jumped at me and tried to pull my hair with both hands.

She knocked my glass down, and it shattered on the floor. I didn’t expect her to get violent and shouted for help. The loud commotion attracted people outside, and a few rushed in, shocked to see the scene.