Cheating Wife Drugged Me To Enjoy Her Betrayal In Piece! 

 

It all started to fall apart when my 15-year-old daughter, Shelley, received one of those DNA kits for Christmas. I don’t even remember who gave it to her.

She was all excited as she carefully filled out all of the submission requirements and mailed it in. 6 weeks later, the results finally came back, and she was not happy. Donna and I quietly sat in the living room reading when our daughter decided to vocalize her discontent. We couldn’t make out the actual words, but things were not going well. After 15 minutes or so, she stormed out of her room and announced that she was going over to her girlfriend’s house. Donna reminded her to be home by supper time as she rushed out of the door. I sat there with an amused grin on my face and noticed that Donna seemed a bit more concerned. We both just shrugged and went on with our reading. Donna and I got married 18 years ago, right after I finished my residency. After 5 years, I was considered the leading gallbladder surgeon in the Tri County area. I had all the work I could handle and life was good. And then it all went to hell.

We were attending a social affair sponsored by Donna’s company, Gilbert Enterprises, when I had some type of seizure, which left me with some Parkinson-like neurological ticks. It wasn’t Parkinson’s, but it appeared to be similar. I had a constant tick in my right eye, and my lower right arm would twitch sporadically at inopportune moments. They never did figure out exactly what it was. And for some reason, I was so glad that I was just still functional at all that I didn’t pursue it any further. My days as a surgeon were over, however, so I found a

new position as a radiologist.

9 months later, Shel was born.

Things seemed to move along as well as could be expected. I was not happy with my new affliction, but I was still fully functioning in most areas. I did very well in my new medical position, and the compensation was still quite adequate.

My home life and my intimate life did not suffer. In fact, Donna seemed to be a bit more accommodating. She turned into a sort of Steepford wife. I figured that she felt a bit guilty because I had my seizure while we were at one of her company functions. In any event, I was enjoying her extra attention, so I didn’t complain. I truly loved the woman. We lived that way for 15 years.

Donna, any ideas why Shelley got so upset about the ancestry thing? I have no clue. I do think that it is best if we just let it slide. I am sure that she will get over it in a few days no matter what it is. Something about the way that she said that did not sit right with me.

I got the feeling that she was trying to divert me away from it without looking obvious. I just smiled and nodded my head. I didn’t get much reading done the rest of the evening, but I did a hell of a lot of thinking. I tried to relate Shel’s attitude with anything else that might be going on, but nothing popped up. Other than the normal squables that all families have, we were in good shape. No money difficulties, no problems in the bedroom, and definitely nothing that could relate to our daughter. I had to get a look at that DNA report. Donna left for work at Gilbert, and Shel went to school. I stayed home. I found what I was looking for in her study desk drawer. Donna’s family is mostly Irish and mine is mostly Scottish with a bit of German tossed in. It seemed that Shel was 48% Eastern European.

I had to laugh a little at the poor quality of the report. As I read further, I noted that there was a list of close matches. Of course, Donna’s name was right up top, but my name was nowhere on the list. There were also a few names of relatives from Donna’s side of the family, but none of mine. I guessed that the only people that would show up on the list were people who had actually had their DNA documented.

Donna, Shelley, and I had ours done 5 years ago as part of an annual physical.

Mine should have been on there if Donna’s was. I was starting to get concerned and then I noted a strange name high up on the list. Terresa Hogan was a 46% match. Who the hell was Teresa Hogan? Dr. McCall, this is John Terrell.

Yes, John. Good to hear from you. Is everything okay? Yeah, no problems. I still have that damn twitch and the eye it tick, but other than that, I am fine.

However, I have a small question. A few years ago, you took DNA samples from all of us for our medical records. Could you check something for me? What do you need? I am trying to figure out if there are any glitches in the DNA results between Shel and myself. Glitches?

What do you mean by glitches? Look, doctor, this is embarrassing, but I’m trying to find out if Shelley is my biological daughter or not. I don’t want to stir up any trouble. I just need to know. Oh, pardon my French, John. You know you have access to all those files.

You could check it yourself. I know, but I would prefer if you did it. Let me pull up the files and I will get back to you. Okay. Give me an hour. Thanks, doctor. I really do appreciate it.

I think that Donna could tell that I was troubled. Dr. McCall verified that I was not Shel’s father. I did not tell Donna.

For the last 3 days, I have been trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I was surprisingly calm about the whole situation, and I was able to think about it without blowing my cool. It took me several days to locate Terresa Hogan.

For some reason, I assumed that she would be about Shel’s age, and I felt like I was a stalking pedophile. I finally found her in the white pages under a listing for Malcolm Hogan.

Malcolm was my age and lived in Westchester. I assumed that she was his daughter. Malcolm agreed to meet me Saturday morning at a Denny’s in Exon.

I’m not sure that he knew who I was, but I detected a bit of apprehension in his voice. He was early. I was on time. We exchanged formalities.

Malcolm, I don’t remember ever meeting you before. Have you ever lived in Reading? That brought a slight grimace to his face. He squirmed in his chair a bit as if trying to get comfortable. I worked for Gilbert Enterprises about 15 years ago or so. I believe we met at one of the company functions back then. I left Reading right after that. He seemed relieved to have said it, but still a bit uncomfortable.

I take it that you knew my wife, Donna.

It was a question phrased as a comment.

He didn’t answer. He just nodded. Do you know why I am here? Not exactly, but I have a good idea. The few moments of silence were stressful.

What took you so long? I just found out.

More silence.

He let out a deep sigh. I was young. I had been drinking too much and I was caught up in the moment. I know that that was no excuse and I know it was wrong. I think I caved into the peer pressure more than anything else. Donna, your wife, was one of the most fascinating women I had ever met. I knew she was married, but nobody seemed to care at the moment.

Who was nobody?

He was still squirming a bit. The three of us were from the engineering department. Freddy Springer, Clayton Mankey, and I. Donna was being extra friendly with all of us, and we were having a great time. There were a lot of innuendos going around, and some of them were getting serious. Did anybody think about me at all? Donna was constantly looking around to make sure you were not near us. If I remember correctly, you were hanging around with some of the older guys talking about golf.

How did this all go off the rails?

Freddy was trying to talk Donna into talking some ecstasy. She kept saying no. He was pretty persistent. That was when everything turned to What does that mean? We were all drunk and we were all horny, including Donna. Freddy asked her one more time and she sighed and said, “Don’t drug me, you idiots. Go drug my husband.” After another long pause, I looked at him. Say that again.

She said, “Don’t drug me, you idiots. Go drug my husband.” That simple phrase has haunted me for the last 15 years or so.

It was so cold and so calculating that I couldn’t believe it. “What happened next?” I asked. A few minutes later, Freddy took you a drink. You fell asleep on one of the lounge chairs, and we all went upstairs. It was when we came downstairs an hour later that we found out what happened to you. “What do you mean?” I asked. It seemed that you had a bad reaction to the drug Freddy gave you and they had to rush you to the hospital. Donna didn’t even know about it until after you were gone. I didn’t say anything.

First thing Monday morning, I quit Gilbert’s and moved back home to Westchester. I got a new job, got married, and now have three kids. I have never been back to reading. I never saw Donna again. I have always regretted what happened and I am truly sorrowful.

I don’t know what else I can say or do.

I had the waitress bring us a full pot of coffee. Malcolm, have you ever had one of those ancestry tests done? No, but my daughter Teresa did a few years ago. Anybody else in the family? No, just her. She got it as a present. Why do you ask? Your daughter Teresa and my daughter Shelley are half sisters.

I watched as Malcolm sat still, not breathing. He finally blinked his eyes and let out a big sigh. I watched him for a few moments until he got some tears in his eyes. His head was slowly shaking from side to side. Are you okay?

No, I’m not. The worst night of my life just got worse. I can’t believe this is happening. This is going to ruin me and my family. I tried so hard to not let anything like that happen again. And then this one comes back and bites me in the back. How much worse can it get? We sat quietly for several minutes.

Malcolm, what happened to the other two guys?