Valeria’s perfect night turns into a nightmare when her husband, Juan, inexplicably ridicules her in front of her friends and family. As she tries to uncover the reason for his sudden cruelty, she stumbles upon a chilling accusation that threatens to tear her marriage apart.
My name is Valeria and I have been married to my husband, John, for three years. We met at a college friend’s barbecue, and he won me over with his charm and humor.
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I still remember our first date: long walks in the park, ice cream dripping down our hands as we laughed at silly things, and late-night chats about our childhood dreams.
John was always the type to make anyone laugh, and he always knew how to lighten the mood. Our differences in taste never seemed to bother him, or at least they didn’t until that night.
It was a Friday night and we had invited some friends and family over for a small get-together. The house was buzzing with laughter and chatter, and it seemed like one of those perfect evenings.
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To break the ice, someone suggested we share our favorite movies. It sounded fun, so we all agreed.
When it was my turn, I smiled and said, “Well, my three favorite movies are ‘Pride and Prejudice,’ ‘Amélie,’ and ‘The Notebook.’”
Before she could finish, John burst out laughing. “So you admit you have bad taste? You admit you have terrible taste? Why am I letting you pick movies again?” he said, still laughing.
I tried to hold back my laughter, thinking he was just joking. “Come on, John, they’re classics!”
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But she didn’t stop. “Classics? Really? The Notebook? It’s like watching paint dry,” she said, rolling her eyes. “See how those movies are worth watching?” she noted when someone else shared their favorites.
“What were you thinking?” His laughter echoed through the room and I felt like everyone was staring at me.
I forced a smile, hoping he would leave it alone, but he continued to bring up the subject. “Remember Valeria’s election? Classic bad taste,” he said, shaking his head.
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The more I talked, the more uncomfortable everyone seemed. Even our guests began to exchange awkward glances, clearly sensing my embarrassment.
I went to make some popcorn, hoping for a breather, but John wasn’t done. “Do you think she can handle herself?” he asked the group, glancing at me with a smirk. The room fell silent, and I could feel the awkwardness in the air.
Mark, our family friend, tried to lighten the mood. “Hey, John, we all have our guilty pleasures, right? I still love ‘Sharknado,’” he said, laughing.
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John just shook his head. “Yeah, but at least ‘Sharknado’ knows it’s bad. Valeria thinks ‘The Notebook’ is good.”
As the evening progressed, John continued to tease me. Every time I tried to join in on a conversation or contribute something, he would come back to my movie choices. “Maybe next time we’ll let someone else pick the movies,” he would say, laughing.
My friend Sarah tried to defend me. “I love ‘Amélie.’ It’s a lovely film.”
John shrugged. “Each to their own, I guess. But come on, ‘Pride and Prejudice’? That’s torture.”
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By the end of the night, I felt completely humiliated. Our friends and family started to leave, and I could tell they were just as confused as I was. I wanted to confront John right there, but I didn’t want to make a scene.
So I restrained myself, forcing a smile and thanking everyone for coming. When the last guest had left, I turned to John. “What was that all about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
John shrugged. “I was joking, Val. Can’t you take a joke?”
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“A joke?” I repeated, incredulous. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of everyone. You’ve never been like this before. What’s going on?”
He avoided my gaze, suddenly interested in cleaning up the living room. “I don’t know. Maybe he was just in a bad mood.”
When I tried to broach the subject again, he dodged my question, rolled his eyes, and went to bed. I lay there, bewildered and hurt. John’s vague response left me more confused than ever. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he wasn’t telling me. And I was determined to find out what it was.
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To give you some context, because I know it seemed like I was freaking out over nothing, more than one of the guests came up to ask if everything was okay and if John and I were fighting.
Her behavior was so unusually mean that they were worried. She hadn’t responded to any of them yet because she was so embarrassed and upset. Why would she act like that?
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I lay awake all night, going over the events of the night. John’s actions had left me shocked, hurt, and heartbroken. I didn’t know what to do. We have a four-year-old daughter, Eva, so I wasn’t ready to consider divorce.
The next morning, I sat with John at the kitchen table. “John, we need to talk,” I began, trying to remain calm.
He looked up from his coffee, a wary expression on his face. “About what?”
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“About last night. Why were you so mean to me? You’ve never acted like that before. Where did all that come from?” I said, my voice shaking.
John sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Val, I know about your infidelity.”
I was speechless. “What infidelity? What are you talking about?”
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold. “I know you’ve been seeing Victor behind my back.”
I was stunned. “Victor? Your brother? John, I’ve never… Where did you get that idea?”
“Victor told me himself,” John said, his voice tense.
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I felt a surge of anger and confusion. “Victor lied. I’ve never been unfaithful to you, John. Why would I say something like that?”
John’s face softened, but he still looked unsure. “I don’t know who to believe, Val. Last night… I was angry and hurt. That’s why I acted the way I did. I’m sorry for the things I said.”
I walked over to the table and took his hand. “John, we need to talk about this. Please don’t let Victor come between us.”
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John pulled his hand away and stood up. “I need time to think. I don’t know who to trust right now.”
With no other option, I decided to call his mother, Margo. Maybe she could help me make sense of this mess.
When Margo answered the phone, I didn’t waste any time. “Margo, it’s Valeria. I need to talk to you about something serious.”
“Of course, dear. What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice full of concern.
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“It’s John. He thinks I’ve been having an affair with Victor. Victor told him I’ve been seeing him behind John’s back, but that’s not true. I don’t know why he would lie about something like that.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Margo sighed. “Valeria, there’s something I have to tell you. Victor has been in love with you for a long time. He’s been trying to get between you and John because he wants you for himself.”
I was stunned. “What? Why didn’t you tell us before?”
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“I didn’t think it would go this far. I was hoping Victor would see reason, but I can’t stand to watch the deception continue. You have to tell John the truth,” Margo said.
I thanked him and hung up, my mind racing. When John came home that night, he looked exhausted.
“John, we need to talk,” I said softly, leading him to the couch.
He nodded, sitting down heavily. “I talked to my mother,” he admitted. “She told me all about Victor.”
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I took his hands in mine. “John, I swear I’ve never been unfaithful to you. Victor lied because he’s in love with me. I love you and only you.”
John’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry, Val. I should have trusted you. I let my anger and jealousy get the best of me.”
He got down on his knees, looking at me with remorse. “Please forgive me, Val. I can’t imagine my life without you and Eva.”
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I pulled him in and hugged him tightly. “I forgive you, John. But we have to get through this together. We can’t let anyone come between us again.”
We spent the next few days talking, rebuilding the trust that had been damaged. John apologized to our friends and family, explaining the situation. Slowly, things began to return to normal.
Victor left soon after, realizing that his actions had cost him his relationship with his brother. Margo visited us often, helping us heal the wounds left by the betrayal.
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Through it all, John and I grew stronger. We learned to communicate better and trust each other more deeply. Our love, tested by lies and jealousy, came through unscathed. And in the end, that’s what mattered most.
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