I suspected my husband of cheating, but it was even more devastating.

I suspected my husband of cheating, but it was even more devastating.

Denise wasn’t at ease during the last couple of months because she suspected her husband, Mitch, was unfaithful. In the pursuit of the truth, she realized that the reality was much more worse than she could ever assume.

During a night out with their friends, Denise could witness her husband bragging to their friends about the cars he had been working on, mentioning Mustangs and a vintage Chevy. She was skeptical of his claims having in mind their financial difficulties with their auto repair shop, which was on her name due to his bad credit history, but she didn’t say a single word, letting him have his moment while his friends were in awe.

After some time, Mitch went to the bar to refresh their drinks and Denise noticed that a good-looking blonde woman handed him a piece of paper. Denise snitched the note from her husband’s hand and read it out loud. It said, “Thanks for last night?”

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At that moment, Mitch said it was just a prank his friends pulled on him, and his friend Tom agreed, but it was obvious it wasn’t a prank and Tom was unwillingly forced to lie. However, as she didn’t want to made a big deal out of it in front of their friends, she decided to let it go.

A few minutes passed by, and Denise received a video on her phone from Mitch and the lady who handed him the paper. Eager to learn what was going on, Denise approached the woman but she left the place and entered her car before Denise could reach her.

Once home, she waited Mitch to fall asleep so she could go through his lap top.

Luckily, the lap top contained all of his passwords. At that moment, Denise discovered something far more alarming than an affair. Photographs, car parts invoices, and car registration papers with matching VINs were visible in his files. Her husband was obviously involved in criminal activities and all those transactions were illegal.

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The following day, she decided to pay Mitch a visit at the shop. It was Carlos, the worker, who greeted her and told her Mitch was at the back of the shop.

She headed there and that’s when she saw her husband arguing with a man she had never seen before.

Denise decided to record the row, and what she heard chilled her blood.

“I can’t use parts that are already broken. Come on, at least give me something I can work with,” Mitch argued with desperation in his voice.

“You’re lucky we’re even giving you this,” the man replied angrily.

“Look at that cylinder head cover…it looks like it was pried off with a crowbar,” Mitch said, and the man replied, “Take it or leave it, Mitch. You owe us.”

As the man walked out, Mitch noticed Denise and started yelling at her, wanting to know how much of the conversation she had heard.

“Keep your mouth shut, or there’ll be consequences you can’t even fathom,” he sneered.

Denise got inside her car and just as she started driving, she noticed something cold on the back of her head. It was a gun, and the person pointing it at her was the blonde woman who handed Mitch the note the previous night.

“Drive now. Get moving,” she muttered coldly. “I’m Special Agent Garcia. I need your help to bring down the criminals at your husband’s auto repair shop,” showing her badge.

“How do I even know you’re the real deal?” Denise asked, looking at the badge as if she knew how to detect if it was fake.

“I’ve been watching Mitch’s shop, and you stumbled upon something big today,” Garcia replied. “I need you to cooperate.”

Denise trembled, and with a shaking voice she said, “Fine. I’ll help you.”

The two drove to Denise’s house. “What did you find?” Agent Garcia asked Denise.

“He’s been dealing with these people, paying off debts with stolen car parts,” Denise answered showing Garcia Mitch’s lap top. “This is crucial. It links him to these guys,” Agent Garcia said.

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Denise explained that she thought he was cheating on her and that she never assumed he could be part of something dangerous.

“There’s enough here for a case, but we need more. Mitch might be key to bringing down the whole ring. Can you do one last thing to help me?” Garcia asked.

That evening, Mitch came home drunk and demanded his dinner, but Denise insisted they needed to talk.

“Mitch, we need to talk. What’s going on with the money you owe these people?”

He said it was just “business trouble,” but Denise confessed to him that she had heard his conversation with the man behind the store.

Mitch snapped. “I cheated them, okay? Sold a stolen classic car and pocketed the difference!” Denise wanted to know what he spent the money on. He admitted to squandering the money on part ownership of a racing dog, believing it to be a lucrative investment.

“How could you drag us into such a mess?” Denise screamed.

“I didn’t expect you to find out, so you better keep your mouth shut. You’ll end up wearing concrete shoes at the bottom of the river if you tell. They won’t do anything to me,” he smirked and laughed drunkenly. “They need me.”

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Denise became aware that her husband didn’t care if she was going to be hurt. He only cared about himself. She then opened the front door and Garcia was there. She caught Mitch off guard and arrested him.

As other officers searched their home, Denise asked Garcia why he had sent her the video of her and Mitch the night at the bar.

“I thought you should know what Mitch was doing,” Agent Garcia answered, sighing. “I wanted to ensure you wouldn’t be blamed for his crimes since the shop is in your name.”

Denise gasped, “I could have been in trouble for Mitch’s actions?”

“It’s complicated, but now that we know all the details, you shouldn’t worry. You’re clear of any suspicion,” the agent comforted her.

Denise was relieved she wasn’t in trouble. With her husband being charged for doing illegal activities, she decided to run the shop herself. Of course, with the help of Carlos, who worked there long years.

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