A man has his affair wiped from his wife’s memory, but when his mistress ends up murdered, he begins to wonder what does his wife really remember.

Sometimes, I use to hate myself for what I did. I mean I loved Samantha; we we’re married for 13 years, but sometimes I just needed a break. Every man understood that. It’s not that I didn’t love her. I just had to go on trips to enjoy my freedom. Victoria was a nice and beautiful girl. I met her when I was sold a car to her and her boyfriend. She told me he wanted to get married, and she was fine with that. However she didn’t know if it would’ve work out because what we had going on. I told her everything was going to be alright. She didn’t have to sell herself short; she could’ve had it both ways which is what I did. It worked fine with me.

“We kind of went overtime. Are you sure Samantha won’t suspect anything?”

“I told her I was staying late at the dealership. She believes me every time.”

I was lying in bed next to Victoria. I got out the bed and started to put my pants on; she just rested in the sheets.

“I don’t know if I want to marry Rick. It doesn’t feel right with what we have going on.”

“Then don’t, find someone else.”

“That’s not what I meant, Bruce. I mean I want to be with you.”

“You are with me.”

“No, I mean how you and Samantha are with each other. I want to be with you.”

“Victoria, we been through this many times already. It won’t work out.”

“You claim you want me, but I am confined to this room.”

“Victoria, let’s not do this right now. It is stupid to-.”

The door was kicked wide opened which caused me to stop speaking. I turned to the side, and that was when my mouth dropped at the sight of my Samantha looking onwards at us.

“Samantha,” I gasped.

She started shaking her head and tears began to fall from her eyes.

“I knew it, Bruce. I fucking knew it. All this time you been cheating on me. I knew it ever since last month.”

“Samantha, I can explain.”

“No! There is nothing you can say. How can you explain sleeping with another woman!?”

“Samantha, it wasn’t his fault.”

“Shut the fuck up! How dare you try to stick up for him after you took my husband from me!?”

I started to sweat. I glanced at Victoria and she seemed scared.

“You, how old are you?” Samantha questioned Victoria.

“Twenty………. Twenty three.”

Victoria had her head down when she mumbled.

“23? Wow, Bruce, you are sleeping around with someone who is 22 years younger than you. What, 5 years between us wasn’t young enough for you?”

“Samantha, I’m sorry.”

“So, am I, Bruce.”

Samantha stormed out of the room before she slammed the door. I was broken, distraught, but not because I had cheated, but because I was caught. I knew if I would have not been caught, I would had no problem resting in bed with my wife later that night. I couldn’t help how I felt, and how I felt made me realize what a terrible person I was.

“Bruce, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, Victoria. I’m going to fix it.”

I put on my shirt and shoes and ran out of the hotel. I got into my orange Lamborghini, and drove to our house in the hills of Los Angeles. When I arrived home, I saw Victoria’s Honda sitting in the driveway. The lights were off in the house, so I assumed she was crying herself to sleep. I didn’t get out of my car; I didn’t even turn it off. I just sat in my car, contemplating on what I had done. It’s such a shame that it takes tragedies to happen for us to realize what we have done wrong. Only in our darkest moments, do we really find out what it means to be in the light. Human beings always shatter what they love the most, and only care when their dreams are broken.

I didn’t get out of my car. I drove on. After minutes of driving in the pouring rain while the moon shined on, I arrived to a warehouse. I got out and approached a door where a very large man who stood over 6’5 was at.

“Can I help you with something?” The man asked.

I showed the man a card.

“I was given this card, by a friend of mine. He says this will solve my problems.

“Well, it depends.”

The man laughed as he opened the door for me. The warehouse was very small like a convenience store. It had light fixtures on the top of the ceiling. Its floor was cement, and its walls were painted brown. There were plenty of computer screens on the walls. In the middle of the room was a black chaise longue. A man in a white doctor’s coat approached me.

“Hello, what do you want me to do for you tonight?”

“It’s not me, it’s my wife. She caught me cheating.”

“And you want me to wipe it from her memory?”

“Yes. She said she suspected me of cheating since last month, so can you wipe that part from her brain up to last month?”

“Well, that’s going to be tricky because she would have to come in here, and do it herself.”

“Well obviously that’s not possible.”


“So you can’t do it?”

“How do you figure, that she somehow ends up here, so I can do the memory wipe?”

“I don’t know, you just have to help me.”

“Okay, okay.”

The man went over to a desk. He began typing on the keyboard before a liquid in a glass syringe came out of a machine. He picked up the syringe with the blue gooey liquid and came over to me.

“This was something new we started working on here. It’s a mobile memory wipe. You inject it in her body, and it does the trick. I configured it, to wipe the part of your affair up to last month out of your wife’s memory.”

“You want me to inject that stuff into her!?”

“Do you want to save your marriage or not?”

I sighed.


I grabbed the syringe, and proceeded to walk out of the warehouse.

“Remember Bruce, that’s another Porshe.”

“Of course, Ralph.”

I drove home. When I arrived to my bedroom, Samantha was fast asleep. She didn’t seem like she was resting easy. Her body was laid all across the bed. Her arms and legs stretched out, and her face just plummeted onto the pillow. I felt bad. I knew how much I hurt her. It was tearing her apart, but it was going to be alright. I was going to fix everything. You just have to forget things. In order to not worry, you must not remember because the world only goes away when you don’t care.

The next morning, I woke up in bed. When I turned to the side, no one was there. I got dressed before going downstairs. I saw Samantha making breakfast, and music was playing.


She turned around.

“Hi, Bruce.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Good, I made you some breakfast.”

She placed a plate of blueberry pancakes, eggs, and bacon on the table. She then carried a cup of coffee to the table as well.

“Thank you.”

I sat down at the table.

“You don’t feel strange or anything?”

“No, why would I? Why are you asking me these questions?”

“No matter.”

Once I was done eating, I headed for the door. Samantha and I kissed each other right before I headed out.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

Before I went to the dealership, I drove to the hospital. I walked to the ER where in the lobby I saw Victoria in her nurse outfit.

“Victoria,” I spoke as I approached her.

She turned around.

“Bruce, what do you want?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“About what? Haven’t you already ruined your life enough by being with me?”

“It’s fine. We have no worries now.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about with Samantha. It’s all fine.”

“You two are getting a divorce?”

“No, we’re staying with each other. You have nothing to worry about Victoria. Everything is back to normal with us.”

“What did you do?”

I lowered my voice.

“I had her memory wiped from the incident. To her, it’s like it never happened.”

Victoria gasped.

“How could you do that?”

“I made a mistake, I understand that, but I couldn’t let that take away everything I had. So I had to fix it.”

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that. I mean you say you made a mistake, but it seems like the only mistake you believe you made is being caught. You feel no remorse about what happened.”

“Victoria, we messed up, but I was able to fix it. If my wife had never walked into that room, you would had no problem doing this.”

“I know, but it made me think. What we’re doing is wrong. It’s something I cannot do anymore.”


“Goodbye, Bruce.”

She walked away. I lost her, but I still had my wife; the least I can do is go back to Samantha. I went on to work. Everything went back to normal. Over the next 2 weeks I lived my life. I actually enjoyed it with Samantha more than ever. We were happy. One day, 2 weeks after Victoria’s departure, I went back to where she worked. I decided I was going to apologize to her, so we could have ended on good terms.

“Excuse me,” I said to the nurse at the table, “Is Victoria Wilson here?”

“Oh, I am so sorry. She’s dead.”


“The police found her body in her apartment this morning. She was shot in the chest.”

I was speechless for a moment. The air was taken out of my lungs; I felt like I was going to collapse.

“Do they know who did it?”

“Not yet.”

“What about her boyfriend?”

“He’s been in Washington visiting his mother for the past week.”

I walked away from the desk and began to leave the hospital. I heard more about Victoria’s death on the radio. The news said the bullets from the gun belong to a glock 19. When I got home that night, Samantha greeted me.

“Hi, Bruce! How was your day!?”

“It was fine, thank you.”

“I made you some dinner. It’s your favorite!”

I looked at the table where my plate was.

“You don’t usually cook since you’re always tired from your job. That’s always my job.”

“Yeah, I know, Bruce, but I feel in a giving mood today.”

She was smiling so much at me as if it was forced.

“Thank you Samantha.”

I sat down and began to eat. Samantha sat down on the other side of the table and started eating. She kept looking at me with a huge grin.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, I’m just so excited!”

“What for, did you land a new home today?”

“No, but I just feel so happy to be here with you. I mean this is so great! Don’t you feel lit?”

“I suppose. It’s just another day to me.”

“And that is something worth living for, Bruce!”

It didn’t feel right. I know she was my wife, and her memory was wiped, but she was acting different from unusual. All of a sudden she was so happy and cheerful. She was feeling this way all for what? It didn’t add up; something was up. The next morning, I woke up to breakfast in bed. It was on the desk where a note was at. The note read Nothing better to start the day with than a good breakfast! Love Sami. I ate, and got ready for work. This was all too easy. I drove back to the warehouse where I spoke to Ralph.

“What can I do for you today, Bruce?”

“That stuff you gave me to give Samantha, you said it wiped her memory from me cheating on her up to last month?”

“Yeah, exactly how you asked for. Is there a problem?”

“I’m just curious on how it worked.”

“The liquid is made out of nanites that are sent to the brain to flush out the memory it’s set to wipe. That’s how the mobile stuff works.”

“Is it possible for it to not work, like fail?”

“I mean nothing works all the time, but in terms of wiping out selective memory, our technology works all the time.”


I left the warehouse and went home. No suspect for Victoria’s death rattled me. If Ralph was hiding something from me, he wouldn’t tell me. I was going to have to find out the truth on my own. Samantha kept her gleeful spirit up. I started to get accustomed to it, but I still didn’t let up. I knew something was up, and I was going to get to the bottom of it. Over the next few days it was the same routine. I would go to work, come home to Samantha who kept with the some cheerful attitude. It didn’t die out; it was as if she was a robot. I didn’t know what it was; I didn’t know how to find out, but I knew it wasn’t what it seemed. One night when I came home from work, I went to the back of my trunk to take something out, and that was when I found it. I found a gun that I have never seen before. I was puzzled; I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t touch the gun, but I observed it. I then realized it was a glock 19; the same kind of gun that was used to kill Victoria.

“Dear, God,” I gasped.

I slowly walked into my house. The lights were off which was strange since Samantha’s car was parked, and she didn’t normally go to bed around that time.


I turned to the side where Samantha had jumped out from.

“I cooked a special dinner for us!”

The table was set up not like it normally would be. A red cloth and candles were spread across the table. On my plate was lobster, mixed vegetables, and garlic bread. In my glass was red wine. Samantha’s plate was the same. She sat down and began eating.

“What’s this for?”

“For our love,” Samantha claimed, “let’s toast to it.”

She began drinking her wine, but my stomach felt cold, so I barely and slowly ate.

“You don’t like it?”

“I do Samantha. It’s good; thank you.

My heart was beating very rapidly as my hands were sweating. I couldn’t believe what my wife had done. I was in love with a murderer. She must have known about me and Victoria, but how? She had her memory wiped, or did it go wrong? Did Ralph lie to me? What if it worked, but some way she remembered, or she still found out? What is she planning on next, I thought to myself.

“I bought some cake. It’s your favorite, Bruce, red velvet.”

Samantha went over to the refrigerator, and took out a cake. She placed it on the table. She went back to the counter where she took out a chef’s knife. Instead of going to the middle of the table where the cake was, she started to circle around the table. It rattled me in a wrong way. She was just circling around the table, going behind me with a knife in her hand.

“You know, the funny thing about marriage?” She asserted as she stopped right behind me.

She then bent over and placed her mouth next to my ear. My heart rate shot up the roof.

“Is that you know your spouse better than they think you do.”

I looked at the knife as the tip pointed at my throat. I jumped out of my chair.

“That’s enough!” I exclaimed as I pushed Samantha away.

“What’s the problem?”

She had a look of embarrassment and confusion on her face.

“You! Stop the act! I know what you’re doing!”


“You’re acting all sweet and nice just to fool me, but I know what you’re planning!”

“Bruce what are you talking about?”

“You know! You know!”

“Know what!? I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“You know that I slept with Victoria. You killed her, and now you’re trying to fool me! I saw the gun placed in my car.”

Samantha’s mouth dropped, and she put her hands near her mouth. She looked shocked, but it didn’t fool me.

“You cheated on me?”

“Oh, cut the shit, Samantha. We both know you know!”

“Bruce, I am confused.”

She started to walk towards me.

“Stop! Stay away from me!”

Suddenly we heard a knock on the door. We both turned, but we didn’t go towards it. The door was knocked on several more times before we walked towards it. I turned my head back to make sure Samantha had kept her distance. The knife wasn’t in her hands anymore. When I opened the door, there were 2 police officers and a man in a suit outside.

“Can I help you?”

“Hello, I’m detective Wade. Are you Bruce Bell?” The man in the suit asked.


“Mr. Bell, I am placing you under arrest for the murder of Victoria Wilson.”

My heart crashed into my stomach when I heard those words as Samantha gasped. The two police officers placed me in handcuffs.

“What is going on!? Why are you taking him!?” Samantha cried.

“Mrs. Bell, your husband murdered the deceased. We traced the bullets back to the gun that your husband bought the night she was killed.”

“No, this is a mistake! I didn’t do anything! There’s a gun in my car, check it, my finger prints are not on it! I never touched it; I found it!”

“We’re going to need the keys,” Detective Wade declared as the officers held me in handcuffs near my car.

“They’re in my pocket.”

One of the cops reached into my pockets and took out the keys while Samantha looked on in fright. The detective opened up my car. He placed gloves onto his hands and reached into my car. He took out the gun.

“We’re going to get the finger prints off of this at forensics. You’re coming with us,” He stated.

“No! This is a huge mistake! She did it! My wife killed Victoria! It wasn’t me!”

It was no use. They hauled my ass into the back of the car, and drove off. I couldn’t believe what happened. I knew it was a huge mistake. I don’t know how, but Samantha killed Victoria and framed me. I was hoping that my story checked out. Detective Wade entered into the integration room where I was sitting in.

“Listen, I didn’t kill anyone.”

“We matched the finger prints on the gun to yours. The evidence is all there. The DA would just want to know why you, a successful car dealer who had everything: perfect house, perfect car, perfect job, perfect wife, and a perfect life decide to kill a 23 year old intern at a hospital.”

“I didn’t kill her.”

“Whether you tell me or not, you’re going down for a long time. We can make this easier, if you help us.”

“Look, I was having an affair with Victoria, but I didn’t kill her. Samantha did.”

“Oh, so you think your wife found out about it, killed Victoria, and framed you in revenge?”

“That’s exactly what I am saying!”

“Well that sounds convincing. The only problem is that we checked your wife’s alibi around the time of Victoria’s death. She was with her friends. Everything was confirmed.”

“I don’t understand. How is this possible?”

“Live in denial, Bruce. It’s over, you’re finished.”

I was placed into a holding cell. I felt stripped of my dignity and my life. They even had me in brown prison clothes. I didn’t feel good. Suddenly a person came into the holding room. It was Samantha. I ran towards the bars where my face was pressed against.

“Samantha, you have to tell them. I didn’t kill anyone.”

“You had it all, Bruce. You had everything you wanted, but it still wasn’t enough for you, and for that you lost everything. I am very disappointed in you. I thought you were better than that. You broke my heart.”

She began to cry.

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone.”

I stuck my hand out, but she backed away.

“It’s over Bruce. I just hope you find solace in your confinement.”

She began walking away.

“Samantha! Samantha!”

Over the next few hours, I sat in my cell. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I knew innocent people get thrown in prison, but I would have not believed it would happen to me. Someone else entered into the room. I got up and saw Ralph.


“I should have knew this was going to happen. Although it wasn’t my fault, I just feel like I have to help you.”

“What are you talking about?”


He handed me a syringe. It was the same kind I injected Samantha with, but this one was filled with a red gooey liquid.

“Inject yourself with it.”

I injected it in my arm. Suddenly I started to see memories coming to me. I remembered,

“Victoria, I want you, can you just come back to me?”

“No, Bruce I told you it’s over.”

“I’m going to leave Samantha for you. I don’t love her anymore, I love you!”

“I already told you! Now leave me alone! I don’t want you, nobody does!”

Emotions of anger had filled into my memory.

“You stupid, bitch!”

Gunshots fired, blood all over the floor, and a lifeless shell of a woman; Victoria’s dead cold eyes looking up.

I turned to Ralph.

“It can’t be. What….. what was that?”

“After you had your wife’s memory erased, and Victoria ended your relationship, you went back to her. You two fought, and you killed her. You came to me, to have it erased from your memory. When you found out she was killed, I suppose you thought your wife did it since you still remembered that you had her memory erased from her catching you two together.”

“Samantha never knew?”

“No. It was all in your mind.”

“But what about how she acted. She was acting all nice.”

“I added happier emotions to her memory to make you feel less of a bad husband. They took time to set in, around 2 weeks. Nevertheless, even if you knew that, it would have not stopped you from what you did.”


“I just felt like I should tell you, so you can know why this happened to you.”

Ralph walked away.  It was all coming back to me. Samantha was right; I had everything I wanted, but it wasn’t enough. For that, I lost everything. This was something I couldn’t forget, to make it go away. There was no easy way out. All this time, I kept looking for short cuts to get rid of my flaws, and it worked for some time, but it finally caught up with me. I couldn’t escape this. On the contrary, I had to do something I never done before, to make it all right. There was one last thing I could do, and everything would go away.

As the bed sheets were wrapped around my neck, I knew this was the way for me to go. I felt the high pressure of strangulation pressed on my throat. It wasn’t quick, or painless. It was perfect; it was what I deserved. After all the things I was wrong about, I was right about one thing. The world only goes away when you don’t care.

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