I tried to get revenge on my ch*ating wife, but accidentally ended up k*lling her boyfriend…(2/3)

“Who’s Paul again?”

“Paul is Gracies husband. He’s a personal trainer at the gym.”

I wanted to pry some more information without being suspicious so I thought of what to ask next.

“Is he your personal trainer?”

“Yeah I told you before.

When the gym raised their rates at the end of 2022, Paul offered to be my personal trainer. He does yoga and zumba classes for me and Gracie together in the mornings.”

Holy shit. What did I just do!?!?

He was her personal trainer?!?! For how long!?!?!? I felt like throwing up.

My insides were in knots.

I started sweating profusely. When I looked over at Stacy, she was also sweating a lot. She couldn’t stop worrying over what Gracie said.

Eventually, we finally arrived at that house.

There were no cops or ambulance yet but there was a lime green 67 mustang parked in the driveway again. Stacy ran inside immediately while I slowly walked in. It felt surreal walking into the house.

I heard crying in the rear of the house and walked towards it. It led to the master bedroom of the house.

There I saw Stacy holding a crying woman while also crying herself. She had dark hair, was short (5’2ish) and was also fit like stacy.

This was the first time I’d seen her.

On the floor beside them was the man from earlier lying in a pool of blood.

The lights were on this time so I had a clearer image of the scene. His head was cracked open and all the blood was coming from there. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head.

Stacy and Gracie were bawling their eyes out.

Gracie then spoke through the tears.

“When I… got home from work, I walked into…..

the bedroom and saw him ly…lying there. I checked his p..p..p..pulse and I didn’t feel anything so i called the police. I tried to per…form cpr but there’s no response.”

I was speechless.

Gracie was real. She was standing right there. The man on the floor was a personal trainer named Paul.

My wife had been going here instead of the gym since it was cheaper.

How could I have made such a mistake?! What the fuck did I just do!?!? I had to excuse my self quickly as I was about to vomit.

I ran outside and vomited on the lawn.

Then I hear police sirens.

The police and ambulance show up. I point them towards the inside of the house. They rush in with a stretcher.

I couldn’t think straight and had trouble standing so I sat down outside. 5 minutes later they wheel him out on the stretcher. His body was covered in a blanket as they put him in the ambulance.

Gracie wanted to go to the hospital but the police wanted to question her first.

The police spoke to her, then to Stacy and I. Stacy said we were both at home when Gracie called.

The police then went inside to continue their investigation.

Stacy said she was going to drive Gracie to the hospital and stay with her for a while. I said ok and they drove off in gracies car.

I stayed for a while because I wanted to see what they were discovering. Then I saw a police officer carrying something in a clear bag and handing it to a detective. It was the cameras.

In my haste that night, I completely forgot about the cameras.

I grabbed the crow bar and my back pack but left the cameras in their positions.

The cameras I bought were designed to record for 14 hours until the batteries died. I had the foresight of removing the serial numbers but they surely would have caught the incident earlier.

I was screwed. I overheard the police talking and they mentioned there were signs of a break in and some muddy footprints from the window.

Their current theory is that someone broke in and Paul was killed fighting the assailant.

They quarantined the area and asked me to leave for now so I headed home. At this point it was 5 am.

My boss was blowing up my phone so I called back and said I had to take more time off. I went home and prepared myself for the worst.

Eventually the police will come for me.

They will see that I killed him. They will see that I did that heinous crime. I will be taken to jail sooner or later.

I ruined my life over a misunderstanding.

How could I do that? Should i turn myself in? Should I tell Stacy?

Ugh my mind is racing.

Stacy came home around 12 pm. She looked paler than ever. Paul was pronounced dead at the scene.

Gracie was in shock. Stacy called gracies family and they came to the hospital to support her. They told Stacy to head home and get some rest.

Stacy was speechless when she got home. She fell onto the bed next to me and continued to cry.

I comforted her and told her he’s in a better place now. We stayed like that for an hour until her phone started ringing.

It was Gracie.

They chatted for a bit until she hung up. She slowly turned to me and looked at me and said ” the police contacted Gracie. They came to the conclusion that Paul was the victim of a premeditated homicide.

They have a video of the assailant. He attacked Paul with a crowbar.”

I was scared. I couldn’t stop shaking.

I tried to speak but had trouble getting the words out. I was able to say “…. and who did it?”

She said quietly ” they… don’t know yet.

Apparently the videos they obtained from the cameras weren’t great quality.

They show the suspect wearing all black and waiting for Paul in his bedroom. He then starts fighting with Paul once he walked into the room.

The lights were out in the room and the video didn’t have night vision so the only light source was coming from the hallway when Paul found him.

Paul pinned him down but then gets hit in the face with a crow bar.

When he fell, he hit the side of the bed and cracked his skull open. He surely died on impact.

”

I was kind of relieved. They couldn’t see my face apparently. Maybe I’ll be ok?

Who knows. I’m still preparing for the worst though. I then asked.

“So what are they planning on doing?

“They’re going to continue to investigate until they catch the suspect. I feel so bad for Gracie. How could they do this to her?

She’s the sweetest girl in the world. Paul was such a good guy. Who would plan on killing him?

I’m heading over to Gracies house to comfort her. I’ll be back later. ”

And that’s the update for now.

My original plan was to kick her out after exposing her infidelity but if it really was just a misunderstanding then maybe she was loyal the whole time. Maybe I just started assuming things. Whatever.

for now I’ll pause my plan. I’ll keep everyone posted.

Hello.

It’s been a few weeks since I last posted.

Things have been…. chaotic to say the least.

The police investigation has been ongoing.

It even made the local news.

I decided it would be best to keep quiet about my involvement.

If the police can’t finger me then I should be fine right?

A lot of people knew Paul and mourned his loss.

2 weeks ago was his funeral.

A lot of people showed up and my wife Stacy has not left Gracies side since then. Stacy asked me to say a eulogy for him.

I couldn’t describe the feelings I felt while I said some bullshit out my ass.

I was guilty, sad, angry and above all ashamed.

I genuinely thought I cursed myself by performing a eulogy for the person I killed.

Ever since that day, Gracie has been living with us. My wife and I haven’t had relations this whole time.

She has been on bereavement leave and my wife has taken a lot of PTO to be there for her.

It’s very sweet.

They sit next to each other on the couch everyday watching movies together.

Stacy holds her when she breaks down crying.

It’s very sad to see.

Gracie has been sleeping in the den but my wife has been staying with her at night everyday.

I’ve felt lonely without my wife in bed but I can’t complain about this. After all, it is all my fault.

I spoke to my brother a few days ago about the whole situation. I left out my involvement in the matter but mentioned the misunderstanding.

He sounded relieved that she wasn’t cheating, but sad about what happened to the guy.

I’ve decided to get my assets back within the next few months.

It took a few weeks but things seemed to be going back to normal… at least that’s what I thought.

A few days ago while the 3 of us were eating dinner, Gracie got a call on the phone. It was the police.

She stepped out of the room for a few moments before returning with a pale look on her face. She slowly began to speak.

“The police have identified a suspect.”

What!?

There’s no way they found out it was me! Were they able to identify me from the cameras!? Crap!!!

She continued, “the detective said that the suspect has been arrested tonight.

They’re confident they got him. ”

Wait what??? They arrestED him?

Does this mean they got the wrong guy?

“Apparently they believe the motive had to do with infidelity. The man they arrested is the….. husband of a woman Paul had s..s..

sex with…”

Our jaws DROPPED. This dude was cheating on Gracie? To be honest, Gracie was quite attractive.

It’s hard to see why he’d cheat on her.

“Are you kidding me?!? What a scumbag! I can’t believe he would cheat on you!” said Stacy.

“So do they have any proof? How do they know he’s a cheater!?”

“The detective followed some leads and through the investigation found out that he’s been sleeping with most of his clients.” Gracie collapsed into the floor as she said that. “They found someone with a similar build to the man on the cameras and decided to get an arrest warrant.

He has a history of violent crimes and his wife is one of the women that Paul slept with.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing!

I’m basically in the clear right? Sure an innocent man is going to jail in my place, but he’s an awful human being.

Isn’t it OK if he takes the fall? It was hard to contain my laughter but I made sure not to break the facade.

I looked over at Stacy and noticed her trembling.

“I can’t believe he cheated on me, not just with 1 women but several apparently. How could he do this to me!?” Gracie said as she started crying.

Maybe I did her a favor. None of this would’ve come to light had I not did what I did.

Maybe this outcome is ok. Gracie ran to the den with tears in her eyes and Stacy followed after her. I just sat there mulling over what I just heard.

I went to bed after a few hours. They never left the den.

The next morning I headed to work like normal. When I got home, I noticed Stacy’s car was gone.

I figured they left to get some food or something so I sat down in the living room to relax when I suddenly heard noise from the den. I went to open the door when I heard what sounded like gasping coming from the room.

I quietly opened the door slightly and couldn’t believe what I saw. In the middle of the room was Gracie.

Alone. Naked. Hanging from a rope.

I rushed in and pulled her off the rope.

She was unresponsive but still had a slight pulse. I started to perform CPR on her while I called my wife.

“STACY WHERE ARE YOU!?”

“What’s wrong? I went to get us dinner.”

“IDK WHAT HAPPENED BUT I THINK GRACIE TRIED TO KILL HERSELF.

PLEASE HURRY BACK!”