Man Betrays Wife Freed From Prison – Story of the Day

A cheating husband is taken aback when his wife returns early from prison. Desperate to get rid of her, he devises a plan that backfires when she finds an unexpected ally.

In the sunlit suburban house, a secret affair unfolded between a man and woman until a surprise visit from Chloe, the man's wife just released on probation.

"Quick! Grab your clothes and hide in the closet over there," the man urgently whispered to his lover. With a confused look, she complied and hid inside a closet.

Opening the door for his wife, the man feigned joy, "Chloe!"

"I'm home," she replied wearily, observing him closely.

"I thought you were—"

"I got out early," she interrupted him, revealing her tracking device on her right leg. "I'm out on probation. Surprise."

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"I was planning a surprise celebration for your release," the man said, trying to divert her attention.

Chloe crossed her arms. "A celebration?"

"Yeah, let's go out now!" he suggested.

"A celebration sounds nice. But I just want to get inside," Chloe insisted. "It's been five years since I've been home, and this is all I want for now. Also, I'm not allowed further than 50 feet from the house," she added, displaying the tracking device again.

Resigned, the man, Barry, invited his wife in, hoping to keep her away from the closet. Discomfort lingered inside the house.

"Love what you've done with the place!" she said sarcastically because the space hadn't changed one bit; most of the tasteful decor and stylish furnishings had been her doing.

He laughed nervously, his eyes darting to the closet where his mistress was hidden.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, picking up on his discomfort.

"I'm so happy you're home. It's just a surprise, is all. A nice surprise, of course, but I expected you only next week."

"Why are you home at this time?" Chloe inquired, her brows furrowed in suspicion.

"Just took the day off. Needed time for myself," he explained as she turned around to inspect their house.

Suddenly, Barry noticed the bright red pair of panties discarded on the floor. He walked over as casually as he could and stepped on the offending garment, blocking it from view under his foot.

"You're not doing a good job cleaning up here," Chloe noticed.

Barry laughed nervously. "Sorry, work doesn't give me much time!" he said unconvincingly. "Why don't we celebrate now? You go upstairs; I'll get champagne and cook us a meal. Maybe I can get you a coffee before that?"

Chloe sighed, visibly fatigued. Barry, guilt tugging at him, noticed her beauty despite the weariness.

"That sounds nice," Chloe agreed to Barry's suggestion of coffee and a soak in the tub.

"Great! I'll bring it up," Barry enthused.

As Chloe ascended the stairs, she turned abruptly, asking, "Barry, is there another woman?"

"Of course not, my love! You're the only one for me," Barry said.

Chloe studied him, then continued upstairs. The moment her footsteps disappeared, Barry rushed to the closet, flinging it open.

"Annabelle!" he exclaimed, panic setting in.

"What's going on?" Annabelle demanded, her anger evident. Barry led her toward the front door.

"Chloe, my wife," he whispered. "She returned home early!"

"Your wife?" Annabelle's eyes narrowed. "You have a wife?"

"She was released from prison early. I didn't expect her until next week!"

Annabelle exploded with anger. "Why didn't you tell me about her?"

"I was afraid of how you would react!" he snapped.

As if he wasn't in enough trouble already with one woman, the other - his wife - emerged down the stairs, dressed in nothing but a towel around her.

"What's going on here?" Chloe asked.

"I, uh, she was just leaving," he stammered.

"Leaving? Who is this woman half undressed in our house?" Chloe asked stiffly.

Barry stammered, "Ju-just a friend."

"Friend?" Annabelle retorted. "I'm Barry's girl. It's you against me, sister; bring it!"

A knock interrupted the escalating tension. "Open the door!" A loud voice boomed from outside.

Annabelle darted back into the closet.

Opening the door, Barry faced a tall, rugged man named Dirk.

"Where is she?" he demanded and stormed inside.

The man stepped over to Barry and grabbed him by the throat. "I'm going to kill you unless you tell me where she is." He tightened his grip, choking Barry.

Annabelle could no longer contain herself; she jumped out of the closet, yelling, "Dirk, let him go. What the hell?" She tried to intervene, tugging at Dirk's hands and prying them off Barry's windpipe.

"STOP!" Chloe screamed, interrupting the tussling trio.

"Get out!" she yelled at Barry and his mistress. "OUT!"

Without another word, the philanders walked out the door, leaving Chloe naked, but for the towel wrapped around her body, her eyes locked on Dirk.

His eyes studied Chloe's body appreciatively as she dropped the towel. "Like what you see?" she asked, a hint of mischief in her voice.

"Woah, amazing," Dirk whispered in awe.

Chloe smiled seductively. "I'm all yours if you want me. Join me in the bedroom."

Dirk followed her, their passion escalating.

Afterward, they lay intertwined, basking in the aftermath.

"I've never felt like this before," she confessed as they sat together in bed. She felt a rare peace with this man.

"Me neither," Dirk admitted. "You're something special, Chloe."

As they shared their stories, Chloe revealed her past involvement in drug dealing, which sent her to prison. However, she was released early and wanted to rebuild her life.

"Are you definitely clean now?" he asked.

"I got clean in prison. I won't go back," she nodded firmly.

But then, Dirk pressed about her drug supplier, and Chloe hesitated, opting to keep silent.

"Why would you ask that?" she asked eventually.

Dirk then revealed his police badge, offering help with her sentence if she cooperated.

"Get out," Chloe commanded, her anger boiling.

Dirk left, leaving his card as an option if she changed her mind. She didn't even dare to look at him, her eyes welling up with tears. Another man betrayed her! Dirk...just wanted information!

Later, in the dead of night, Chloe awoke to a faint sound, her senses on edge. Stealthily descending the stairs in a robe, she discovered Barry in the living room.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"I needed to talk to you," Barry stuttered.

"In the middle of the night? It might be too late for talk, Barry," Chloe retorted.

"Hey, I know I messed up," Barry confessed. "A man has his needs. I didn't plan for this to happen; it just kind of fell in my lap."

"Fell in your lap, did it, Barry? You men are all the same. Do you think sneaking in in the middle of the night with an apology is going to fix everything? Leave, Barry. I need time to process this."

Barry, defeated, turned to leave. As he passed her, Chloe's anger softened for a second.

"We'll talk when I'm ready. Come back tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," Barry replied gratefully. "We'll get through this, babe," he said.

Chloe poked at her meager sandwich the next evening, the events of last night churning in her gut. A knock shattered the silence.

Barry stood on the doorstep, holding flowers and wine. "Chloe," he began, his voice dripping with apologies, "Let's talk."

Anger warred with hope as Chloe let him in. The bouquet's fragrance filled the air as Barry offered his gifts. "Thanks," Chloe mumbled, taking them.

They settled at the kitchen table, the flowers a vibrant contrast to the tense atmosphere.

Barry took a deep breath. "I messed up. I can't express how sorry I am. I love you, Chloe; I never meant to hurt you."

His sincerity tugged at Chloe's resolve. The conversation unfolded, apologies and promises weaving through the air. "I want to make things right," Barry pleaded. "Build something stronger with you, Chloe."

Chloe felt her resolve softening. But a sharp edge remained. "Time," she said, her voice vulnerable, "I need time. I've had my trust broken here."

Barry nodded, his eyes full of hope. "I understand, Chloe. Anything to make it right. By the way, Annabelle's husband last night...why'd you make him stay?"

Chloe shrugged. "I was just making it clear it's over between his wife and you."

"Yes, indeed," Barry nodded. "Let's put this behind us and move on."

As Chloe stood there, her hand brushed against something in her pocket. Barry was looking away.

Her heart lurched when she pulled the tiny packet out. Cocaine. So that's what Barry had done after sneaking in? He'd planted the cocaine in the pocket of her dungarees.

"Are we going out to celebrate my release?" she asked, feigning a smile as she hid the packet in her palms.

"Absolutely!" Barry beamed. "But first, wine, right here?"

Chloe smiled, a plan forming in her head. With a hug, she slipped the baggie into Barry's jacket pocket. Dinner plans made, Chloe went to "freshen up."

The water washed away the day's tension. She'd made her move. When she emerged from the bathroom, she heard commotion downstairs and knew Barry had called the cops.

As she descended the stairs in the outfit she was wearing earlier, she found Dirk and a deputy.

"Officers," she greeted with a knowing smile, "Wife hiding again?"

Dirk smiled politely. "No, ma'am. We got an anonymous tip about drug activity. Know anything about that?"

Chloe smiled calmly. "Make yourselves at home, officers. Nothing to hide, unlike some." She looked pointedly at Barry.

Dirk approached Chloe, his eyes sharp. "Our source informed us that the contraband might be hidden on your person, ma'am. Would you mind turning out your pockets?"

"With pleasure," Chloe said, revealing empty pockets. Barry's face paled.

"We don't have a warrant, ma'am, but with your permission, are you okay with a body check?" Dirk explained.

"Sure, detective," Chloe winked. "Had you all over yesterday, too, remember?"

Barry choked, "You mean you two—"

"Best night ever," Chloe cut him off. "He put your pathetic lovemaking to shame."

Dirk searched Chloe thoroughly and found nothing. "She's clean," he sighed. "Looks like our source wasted time."

"You might have searched the wrong person!" she snapped. "I do believe that if you were to look in that man's top jacket pocket, you might find what you are looking for," she concluded, pointing at Barry.

"That's ridiculous! She's the dealer!" Barry sputtered.

"Search him, Rodney," Dirk ordered.

The deputy found the cocaine in Barry's pocket. "Well, well," he said.

"That's not mine! I want to call my lawyer!" Barry yelled.

"Call him at the precinct," Dirk said coolly. "Hope you have a good one."

"Remember your dealer question yesterday?" Chloe chimed in. "There he is. I'm happy to testify against him in court!" She glared at Barry.

Dirk arrested Barry and then turned to Chloe. "We'll have you come down to the station to give us a full statement, Chloe, if you don't mind. But we can do that tomorrow. Oh, and if you're not doing anything tomorrow night, give me a call — you have my number. I think a celebration is in order; one more scumbag off the street."

Chloe smiled. "I might just take you up on that, detective. It's been a long time since I had a good man in my life; I think it's about time that I did," she said.

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