Cheating Wife Caught, She Blames On Her Identical Sister

She meekly nodded and hugged Dale. I picked up Baz out of his bouncer and kissed him, hoping it could somehow work out.

I fed Baz some dinner and set him in his playpin while I tried to figure out what I was going to do. Sienna hadn’t come down and I figured she was doing the same as I.

I sat with my eyes closed, going over the sights in that bedroom over and over again. I couldn’t remember anything that would prove it was Scarlet and not Sienna. I was broken from my thoughts by the ringing of my cell. “Hi, Beth. How are you, Baz?” she replied. “No different. There’s been no movement forward or back. I’m trying desperately to figure out how I can know for sure which of them it was, but I’m stuck in limbo.

I’m so sorry, Baz. You don’t deserve this. If you need anything, I’m here for you. Okay. Okay, Beth. Thanks. See you in the morning. I ended the call and thought how nice it was for Beth to check on me. We’d been friends since we started work on the same day 2 years ago. Her cube was next to mine and with the way the open office setup was, our computers faced each other and we practically looked at each other all day.

She was a pretty girl, a little more girl next door than Sienna, but had a dirty mind and would use a lot of innuendos and double in tandras throughout the day.

While Sienna was tall and live, Beth was short and curvy with long red hair that she was constantly flicking back all day long. “Baz,” Sienna said from the stairs.

Yeah, I replied.

I swear on our son’s life it was Scarlet. You have to believe me. Believe in my love for you. How? How can I believe you? If it wasn’t you, why the hell would you let your sister do that in our house? You’ve really messed up, Sienna. I don’t see a way out of this for us. She sat on the stairs and sobbed. I knew I had to do one thing for sure, so I called Steve. Hey, Baz. Steve answered. “Hey, Steve. Did Scarlet fill you in on the drama from today?” “No, she went out to a friend’s house. I haven’t seen her since breakfast.” Steve said, “Well, sorry to tell you this, but I caught one of our wives being intimate with someone on my guest bed this morning.” Originally, they said it was Scarlet, but when I said I was telling you, Scarlet backed down from that. They left it at blaming each other, trying to save their own hides.

You’ve got to be kidding me, he shouted.

Nope. I don’t know which it was nor whom to believe. It’s a mess over here. Dude, was Scarlet’s car there? Steve asked. I sighed. I don’t know for sure. I didn’t open the garage. I only saw the asshole’s Mercedes. And no, I never saw him before.

Thanks for telling me, Baz. I’ll find her and see what she tells me. I’ll let you know. Sienna was still crying on the stairs. You didn’t have to tell him. You just don’t get it, do you? You don’t get to play games with marriages and not suffer the consequences. If it was her, she needs to suffer. I don’t understand how you thought you could say it was her and I’d never tell Steve. That was never going to happen. We know you don’t like Steve, she replied. All the more reason I think you’re playing me. I can’t believe you’ve done this to us. We have a child. A little B started crying because of my yelling and Sienna went to soothe him. It made me want to cry, but I refused to shed a tear for her. She was such a great mom. She admitted when we first started dating that she didn’t care if she ever worked. She wanted to be a mom and have three kids.

She wasn’t the type to cheat on me. It was so out of character for her. She was devoted to me and little Boss and never showed any hint of unhappiness.

I suppose it was the same for Scarlet, although she was more outgoing than Sienna. If you’d have asked me, I’d have never believed she could cheat on Steve either.

The next morning, I called my dad.

What’s up, Sebastian? How’s my grandson?

Good, Dad.

Listen, I need your help. Everything okay? He replied. No, I need to hire a private investigator.

I went on to explain what happened. My parents had money and could afford to help me pay for the private investigator. Besides that, Sienna handled the bills. I didn’t want her to see the charge.

My dad did me one better and had the private investigator look into Scarlet also. In his opinion, the cost was worth it to try to save my marriage.

Sebastian, he said, “No matter what we do or don’t find out, your son has to come first in every decision you make.

You know that, right?” I sighed. Yeah.

He’s the only thing stopping me from divorcing her right now. Good son. You might have to eat a little pride and ego on this. I know it’s a hard choice, but that’s part of being a man. No matter what anyone tells you, the kid is most important. I know, Dad, I replied. I ended the call feeling worse than when I started it. What makes a man? What makes a father? Is a man someone who walks away from his wife, his family because he was wronged?

I wasn’t sure that could be considered a man. Would a man put his ego and pride ahead of what is best for his child?

There’s no question little Baz would be better off with two parents. But would he be better off if I stayed and couldn’t love Sienna the way I used to love her? That’s hard. But I dare say no, he wouldn’t.

But then if I left her, she’d just find someone to replace me. And how would that be for my son’s relationship with me? Were my ego and pride worth the pain of being a part-time dad?

It’s too easy to go scorched earth and burn her to the ground, but what’s the cost of that? Would I spend years being [ __ ] over on visitation? Would that be worth it? I can’t see anything good coming from splitting up and tearing each other’s throats out.

I sat at my desk and saw Beth was already on our morning call. I noticed she was wearing makeup and was showing a nice bit of cleavage.

I wondered what lucky guy was the recipient of her making herself up. I figured she had a date after work. I joined the call and saw myself show a text from Steve. She said it was not her at your house. I’m not sure I believe her and I’m pissed she lied if it wasn’t. Good luck. Yeah, good luck. He was in the same boat I was in. What do we believe? Beth sent me an instant message asking everything okay. I looked at her and shook my head. No. She frowned and we went back to our call.

Once it was over, she asked. Want to grab some lunch today? My treat to try to cheer you up. I’m not going to be good company, Beth. Thanks for the offer, though. Oh, no. I’m not going to let you wallow in misery. You don’t deserve that, she replied. I didn’t think I deserved a cheating wife, but here I am. She shook her head and snarled. Any woman that would cheat on you is an idiot and doesn’t deserve you.

Thanks, Beth, I replied. The investigator asked me to fill out some forms and a couple of questionnaires and also send him some pictures. I spent my lunch doing that, so I got away with not going to lunch with Beth.

I let Steve know about the private investigator, and he was thrilled.

He filled out the parts of Scarlet’s questionnaire. I didn’t have answers for her daily routines and such, and I got it all back to the investigator to begin immediately.

I hoped that he could tell me quickly if it was Scarlet and not Sienna.

I knew I’d go crazy every day I didn’t hear something. They said it might take a couple of weeks to get anything.

I was curious as to why I didn’t hear anything about trashing the guy’s car. I expected to get a call from an insurance company at a minimum or at worst the police.

I got home and saw that Sienna went to her water class with little Baz. So I texted the private investigator. It was all clear to install the cameras. He was in and out in less than a half hour and I made some dinner for myself. When Sienna came home, I asked her, “Who was the guy?” “What guy?” she replied. “The guy you were being intimate with.” “Don’t play dumb. I told you it wasn’t me.” “I have no idea who Scarlet was seeing. I called Scarlet and put it on speaker.” “Hi, Baz,” Scarlet answered.

“And who was the guy?” “The guy you caught in your guest room?” “I have no idea,” Scarlet replied.

One of you is lying and I’m going to find out who he is and then I’m going to beat the [ __ ] out of him. I was hoping one of them would slip up and give me some info. No matter how little, it didn’t matter. The private investigator knew about the damage to the car and had feelers out at the body shops in town.

I’d find out soon enough.

A week went by with no word from the private investigator, no change in my confusion, and no change in Sienna’s doing everything she could to show me she loved me. Beth was clingy and asked me to go to lunch everyday.

I realized what she was doing and put an end to it. She could wait until I was divorced to stake a claim on me. I wasn’t a cheater.

One morning, I stopped at Starbucks and got the shock of my life.

I was in the drive-thru line that was around the store and someone walked in front of my car to go into the store. It was the [ __ ] I’d never forgotten that face. I pulled out of line and parked. I stood behind my car and waited. A few minutes later, he walked out and didn’t notice me until he was 10 ft away. Hi, [ __ ] I said, “Remember me? Look, man. I want no trouble. She didn’t tell me she was married.” he replied. I walked up to him and said, “Answer one question and I’ll let you go unharmed. You’ll never see me again.” “Okay, man.” “What is it?” he asked.

“Who were you being intimate with?” I asked aid. “What?” he asked. “What the hell are you talking about?” “You saw us.” “Who was she?” I shouted. “What was her name?” “I don’t know her name. We met online in a forum. Her username is sexy siren. I called her Siren. He answered.

I shouted, “Motherfucker,” and he flinched as if I was going to hit him. I took a deep breath and asked, “What’s her phone number?” “I don’t have a phone number.” We texted through the site’s messages, he answered. It was getting harder and harder to not hit him out of frustration. “What’s the website?” I asked. “It’s a subreddit called Chicago Hotties. She posts pictures on there, some nude and some lingery. Have you texted since? I asked. Just once. She promised to pay for my car repairs and I told her I never wanted to hear from her again. I don’t need this [ __ ] man.

You’d better not go anywhere near her or I’ll be seeing you again. Got it, I replied. Yeah, please. I swear I didn’t know she was married, he replied. He took off and I knew he was telling the truth. His face was written with fear.

The best thing about that conversation was that he said she posted pictures. I may not have the name, but I had pictures. Hopefully, one showed her hands.

I joined the forum page and called in sick to work so I didn’t get caught looking at naked women all morning.

Reddit wasn’t too hard to figure out, and soon I had my own username and joined the subreddit for Chicago hotties.

I surfed through the pictures of some attractive and some not women who mostly cropped out their faces.

I found a post from Sexy Siren and it was a tame lingery shot. Her hands weren’t visible, but I didn’t recognize the outfit, so I felt better for the first time in a week. I clicked on the username and went to the sexy sirens page.

There were dozens of pictures and the room was unrecognizable. They weren’t taken in either of our houses. She must have used the mole hand to hold the camera because there were no shots of it.

After looking at dozens more, I was getting frustrated. I tried to identify the room, the clothes, and any marks on her body. I was at a loss.