When I decided to surprise my husband by bringing his forgotten lunch to his college class, I never expected to stumble into a nightmare. Seeing my face on his lecture slide, described in the most humiliating terms, I knew our marriage would never be the same.
My name is Janet, and my husband, Mark, is a psychology professor at the local university. We’ve been married for ten years. He can be quite forgetful and often leaves food at home. This morning was no different.
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“Mark, you forgot your food again,” I sighed, holding up the brown paper bag.
“Sorry, honey,” he murmured, already absorbed in his notes.
Since I had the day off, I decided to take it to her. It was a simple gesture, and I thought it might brighten her day. But I didn’t know it would lead to a surprising revelation.
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The university campus was packed with students, all rushing to their classes. The sun was shining, and chatter and laughter filled the air. I felt a mixture of nostalgia and curiosity as I walked through the grounds, Mark’s lunch in hand.
When I found the right auditorium, I peeked inside. Mark was still lecturing. He hadn’t noticed me, so I decided to sit in the back and listen. I hadn’t seen him in his element in a while, and I thought it would be fun.
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The auditorium was large, with rows of seats angled toward the stage. The students seemed absorbed, their eyes fixed on Mark. I settled into a seat, trying to go unnoticed.
Mark was talking about psychological experiments, showing slides from various studies. He seemed animated, his voice clear and confident.
“To prove it, I recreated the experiment with my wife,” he said suddenly.
Mark presents the results of his research | Source: Midjourney
My blood ran cold. What had he just said?
“Our subject, Janet, has an average IQ and the social awareness of a teenager. Testing this theory on her wasn’t a difficult task. Take a second to watch this video of her, and then we’ll discuss it.”
My face appeared on the screen, along with some unflattering characteristics written underneath. The room seemed to close in around me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My own husband had used me as a subject for his experiment without my knowledge.
Janet tries to remember what Mark told her at home | Source: Midjourney
The screen played a video in which I recounted a childhood memory of getting lost in a mall. But that had never happened. I watched in horror as the video played, interspersed with screenshots of our text conversations. Mark had been planting that false memory in my mind for weeks.
I felt a mixture of rage, betrayal, and humiliation. How could he do this to me? How could he expose me like that in front of his students?
Janet sees her face on the screen | Source: Midjourney
When the video ended, the students started asking questions. My heart was pounding, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I raised my hand, my voice shaking with anger.
“What if your wife found out you were experimenting on her? How do you think that would go?” I asked, my voice louder than I intended.
The students turned to look at me, and Mark’s face paled. He recognized my voice and saw me sitting in the back. His confident demeanor crumbled.
A shocked Mark listens to Janet | Source: Midjourney
“Janet, I…” he began, under my furious gaze.
“I would tell her to understand that I love her and that everything I did was for scientific and educational purposes. So she should feel honored to be participating in such a wonderful educational process,” Mark stammered, trying to maintain his composure.
“Honorable?” I said, raising my voice. “You humiliated me, violated my trust, and used our relationship for your experiment. How can you think any of this is honorable?”
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The students were now completely focused on us. Mark looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
“You never asked for my consent, you never considered my feelings. You manipulated me for your own benefit. What kind of person does that?” I continued, my anger boiling over.
Mark looked down, visibly distressed. He took a deep breath and began to explain, his voice trembling but trying to maintain an air of authority.
Mark explains his experiment | Source: Midjourney
“The experiment,” he began, “was about false memory implantation. It’s a psychological phenomenon in which suggestive information can create memories that never actually happened. For the past few weeks, I’ve been subtly suggesting to Janet a fictional event from her childhood: getting lost in a mall.”
He looked at me and then back at the students. “I integrated these suggestions into our everyday conversations and text messages, making the memory seem real to him little by little.”
A video clip of Janet trying to recall the event | Source: Midjourney
He pointed at the screen. “The video shows her recounting this false memory in great detail. It’s a powerful demonstration of how malleable our memories can be.”
I could tell the students were fascinated, but I felt only anger and betrayal. “So you tricked me into believing something that never happened? For what, a class experiment?” I asked.
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“Janet, it’s not just a trick. It’s an important scientific discovery,” Mark countered, trying to sound reasonable. “The documentation, the text messages, and the video demonstrate how easy it is to alter memories. It has real implications for understanding human psychology.”
“But at what price, Mark?” I retorted, my voice breaking. “You used me without my consent. You made me question my own mind. How could you do that to someone you love?”
Mark’s face was ashen. “I didn’t think it would affect you so much. I thought you’d understand the importance of the experiment.”
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I couldn’t believe her audacity. “Understand? You humiliated me in front of your students. You made me feel like a fool. This isn’t about science. It’s about respect and trust, and you destroyed both.”
The students remained silent, their gazes fixed on Mark and me. Some seemed uncomfortable, others intrigued. Mark tried to maintain control of the situation, but it was clear he was losing it.
Mark tries to maintain his composure | Source: Midjourney
“Janet, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said, his voice pleading.
“Didn’t you mean to hurt me?” I repeated, my voice thick with sarcasm. “You recorded me, manipulated me, and showed it all to your class without me knowing. That’s beyond hurtful, Mark. It’s a betrayal.”
Mark’s shoulders slumped. “I thought you’d see the bigger picture.”
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“The bigger picture?” I yelled. “The most important thing is that you’ve used me as a lab rat. You never thought about how it would affect our relationship, our trust.”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “You have to ask yourself what kind of person would do this to their spouse. Because right now, I don’t recognize the man I married.”
The room fell silent. Mark seemed to want to disappear. He couldn’t stand being there anymore.
Janet shocked | Source: Midjourney
I turned and walked out of the auditorium, my heart pounding. I could feel all the eyes on me, but I didn’t care. The betrayal was too deep, the pain too raw.
Outside, I took several deep breaths, trying to calm myself. My mind raced with thoughts and emotions. How could Mark do this to me? How could he justify using me for his experiment?
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As I walked to my car, I reflected on our marriage. Trust is the foundation of any relationship, and Mark had shattered it. I considered the implications of his actions—not just the public humiliation, but the deeper betrayal of our bond.
Could our marriage survive? Did I want it to? These questions raced through my mind as I drove home, unsure of what the future held. The man I thought I knew had shown a side of himself I’d never imagined, and it made me question everything.
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