{"id":11284,"date":"2024-07-13T06:21:02","date_gmt":"2024-07-13T04:21:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=11284"},"modified":"2024-07-13T06:21:02","modified_gmt":"2024-07-13T04:21:02","slug":"my-boyfriend-only-talked-to-his-mother-when-i-wasnt-around-so-i-decided-to-follow-him-one-day-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=11284","title":{"rendered":"My Boyfriend Only Talked to His Mother When I Wasn\u2019t Around, So I Decided to Follow Him One Day \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

Everything was perfect with my boyfriend, Shawn, except for one mystery: He only talked to his Mom when I wasn\u2019t around. Something felt amiss. So, I discreetly followed him one day, and what I saw made my skin crawl.<\/p>\n

The scent of chamomile tea lingered in our house as I overheard Shawn whisper into his phone, \u201cAlright, Mom\u2026 I\u2019ll be there.\u201d<\/p>\n

I knocked on our bedroom door and asked, \u201cCan I come in now? Done talking to your mother?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCome in, babe!\u201d Shawn, engrossed in his phone, barely looked up.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI need to visit her,\u201d he announced.<\/p>\n

\u201cShawn, shouldn\u2019t I meet your Mom by now?\u201d I probed, noting the grimace on his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll talk about it, just not today,\u201d he dismissed, avoiding my gaze. \u201cIt\u2019s complicated.\u201d That was no excuse. I didn\u2019t know if he was embarrassed or hiding something. So, without him knowing, I decided to follow him one day.<\/p>\n

Driving behind Shawn\u2019s motorcycle, I reached a secluded house where I saw him intimately greet a young woman. I knew he wasn\u2019t meeting his \u201cmother\u201d at all, but I still felt betrayed and heartbroken. Regardless, I stayed and watched, containing my anger until I got the answers I wanted.<\/p>\n

They were inside for a while, and just as I was about to leave, Shawn stormed out and got on his motorcycle. My mouth dropped slightly as I saw the woman, who had followed him out, with a face full of tears.<\/p>\n

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\u201cShawn, please,\u201d I heard her plead. \u201cJust listen to me. Please stop doing this to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

He threw his hands up, his jaw clenched tight. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing left to say!\u201d His voice boomed, echoing in the quiet evening. \u201cIf you don\u2019t do as I say, you\u2019ll regret it big time, Keira.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shawn revved the engine and drove off, not noticing me. I watched as Keira wiped her tears, leashed a small dog that had wandered out of the house, and headed toward the town park.<\/p>\n

I confronted her there. My voice, laden with anger, cut through the calm. \u201cKeira?\u201d She flinched, making me think she knew about me already, so I asked what she was doing with a man who had a girlfriend.<\/p>\n

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At first, all I got were excuses, and she avoided my eyes. But finally, she broke down and told me something I never would\u2019ve imagined. Keira had borrowed money from Shawn for her Dad\u2019s cancer treatment.<\/p>\n

\u201cAfter Dad lost his battle with cancer, I couldn\u2019t repay the money to Shawn. He\u2026 he forced himself on me,\u201d Keira sobbed, her voice breaking. \u201cHe took provocative pictures of us in bed. And threatened to post them online if I didn\u2019t \u2018please\u2019 him whenever he wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n

As Keira detailed the extent of Shawn\u2019s abuse, I found myself not just sympathizing, but also\u2026 uncontrollably furious. \u201cI want to stop this madness,\u201d she added, wiping her tears. \u201cShawn deserves to rot in hell for ruining my life.\u201d<\/p>\n

Seizing the moment, I proposed, \u201cLet\u2019s end his tyranny together.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Our plot for revenge took shape in the fading light. Back at Keira\u2019s, after a brief moment with her dog, Charlie, we set off to my apartment, ready to ensnare my unscrupulous boyfriend.<\/p>\n

The front door creaked open a few hours later, and Shawn stumbled in, his face flushed. He blinked at the unexpected scene, his usual swagger replaced by a look of confusion. The lights were dimmed, and I was dressed in my best lingerie.<\/p>\n

\u201cSurprise, babe. I wanted to make tonight special. Let\u2019s have a drink,\u201d I cooed, luring him to the dining table where his favorite whiskey awaited, but he had no idea it was spiked with sleeping pills.<\/p>\n

He sipped, his guard dropping, and mumbled incoherently as the drug took effect. \u201cMmm\u2026 spaghetti\u2026 I\u2026 I\u2019m feeling a little\u2026\u201d His voice trailed off until his head plopped on the kitchen table.<\/p>\n

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Keira emerged, her laughter tinged with bitterness. \u201cLooks like he\u2019s out,\u201d she quipped. So, we executed our plan, defacing Shawn with lipstick marks and photographs. There was both retribution and childish mischief in our actions. But my elation soon turned to horror.<\/p>\n

Keira\u2019s sudden scream shattered our joking moment. \u201cHe\u2019s not breathing!\u201d she panicked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I shrieked. \u201cThis can\u2019t be happening.\u201d I was frozen for merely a second before I started CPR, but Keira pushed me back.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait, Iris! We can\u2019t touch him. What about fingerprints?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have to call an ambulance,\u201d I choked out, tears blurring my vision.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe can\u2019t call for help,\u201d she insisted, \u201cthey\u2019ll think we murdered him!\u201d<\/p>\n

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Trapped in a nightmare, we debated our grim options. The decision was made to hide Shawn\u2019s body in the basement, so we did, although he was so heavy.<\/p>\n

Afterward, we sat outside in front of my outdoor fireplace, and under the night sky, we shared wine, trying to escape the horror inside, at least in our heads. My tears reflected the firelight, mourning the shattered dreams of a future now impossible.<\/p>\n

I choked out a sob, the diamond on my finger catching the firelight and throwing a mocking sparkle. \u201cA month. Just a damn month away from everything I ever dreamed of.\u201d Keira frowned at me, and I continued. \u201cHe thought he was being smart. Cheating. Turns out, he\u2019s the biggest fool!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

But I didn\u2019t answer her question. \u201cI have enough diamonds and jewels safe in a bank vault\u2026 enough to start a new life in Chicago, far away from this mess,\u201d I mused, wiping away another tear that escaped. \u201cA fresh start using the legacy I\u2019ve carefully locked up. No reminders of this nightmare, no whispers. Just me and enough sparkle to forget the darkness.\u201d<\/p>\n

Keira comforted me and agreed to stay the night, even coming to bed with me. I never imagined I would make a good friend this way, but she and I talked for hours about everything, including what we had to do with Shawn\u2019s body the next day.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t realize I had fallen asleep until I jolted awake. It was still dark and quiet. The silence of the bedroom only amplified my racing heart. Keira still slept soundly, so I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.<\/p>\n

A sudden, familiar laughter jolted me again, echoing eerily from the shadows. Shawn? \u201cIt\u2019s just a nightmare,\u201d I muttered, but the bathroom\u2019s flickering lights had me questioning my sanity. The laughter came again, deep and guttural, mocking my fear, paralyzing me.<\/p>\n

Returning to the bedroom, I found Keira still asleep. Was it all in my head? Shaken, I slid back into bed, my mind replaying Shawn\u2019s haunting chuckle. \u201cIt\u2019s just stress,\u201d I reassured myself, but sleep brought little relief.<\/p>\n

Startled awake by Keira\u2019s terrified shouts, I found her pointing at a corner. \u201cShawn was there, staring at us!\u201d she panicked.<\/p>\n

I illuminated the room, revealing nothing but our shared hysteria. \u201cKeira, Shawn is dead,\u201d I insisted, though I was just as afraid as her.<\/p>\n

Despite my attempts to calm her, the room\u2019s strange atmosphere heightened our dread. As Keira finally succumbed to sleep again, I lay awake. I refused to believe in ghosts, yet the night\u2019s eerie events left me worried.<\/p>\n

At dawn, Keira and I woke to the grim reality of disposing of Shawn\u2019s body. But there was nothing in the basement. \u201cThe body\u2019s gone!\u201d she wailed.<\/p>\n

\u201cGone? How?\u201d I whispered, terrified.<\/p>\n

Keira shook her head, her eyes filled with a chilling certainty. \u201cWhat the hell is going on, Iris? There\u2019s no way a dead body can get out on its own. The basement door was closed!\u201d<\/p>\n

As panic overwhelmed me, the urge to flee my house became irresistible. She followed, trying to stop me, but I raced to my car, desperate to escape. \u201cGet in! We need to go, now!\u201d I yelled at her. Keira was confused and scared, but she joined me without further protest.<\/p>\n

Driving recklessly, I headed straight to the bank, intent on grabbing my jewels, the last remnants of a life I needed to leave behind.<\/p>\n

It took a long time and the paperwork was driving me mad, but after finally retrieving the valuables and getting back in the car, I faced my new friend. \u201cKeira, please,\u201d I pleaded. \u201cYou have to promise me that you won\u2019t tell anyone. Not about Shawn, not about the missing body, none of it. I\u2019m begging you!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t tell anyone,\u201d Keira swallowed and nodded reluctantly.<\/p>\n

With that fragile pact sealed, we drove off. But our horror wasn\u2019t over. As we neared Keira\u2019s house, I caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror of a motorcycle eerily reminiscent of Shawn\u2019s. My heart thundered, fear gripping me as the bike appeared to close in.<\/p>\n

Dismissing it as a figment of my guilt, I tried to focus, but the motorcycle\u2019s increasing proximity fueled my panic. Keira noticed my distress and insisted on driving.<\/p>\n

\u201cIris,\u201d she said, her voice clipped and cold. \u201cPull over. You\u2019re not in any condition to drive.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you\u2019re not!\u201d she retorted. \u201cYou\u2019re having a breakdown. Let me take the wheel.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before I could protest, she unbuckled her seatbelt and reached across to me. My breath hitched as her cold, clammy fingers brushed against mine.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is all your fault, Iris,\u201d she hissed. \u201cYou killed him. You overdosed him. And now\u2026 your guilt is haunting you.\u201d With those words in mind, I guided the car slowly to the side and stopped, and we exchanged seats quickly. She went into motion immediately.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. That\u2019s not true,\u201d I said after a while, my voice ragged with fear and indignation. \u201cIt was an accident. We both know that.\u201d But my eyes went to the rearview mirror, and the motorcycle was still there.<\/p>\n

Was I losing my mind? Was Shawn just a figment of my guilt-ridden imagination? I got no answers, though. There was only the highway that stretched before us, like an endless ribbon of asphalt winding through unfamiliar terrain.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere!\u201d I shrieked, pointing a trembling finger towards a neon sign flickering in the distance. \u201cThe Sunset Motel. Please, Keira, stop the car.\u201d I couldn\u2019t stay a minute more driving while a possibly fake bike followed us.<\/p>\n

Once in the motel, the isolation and silence weighed heavily on my heart. As I contemplated my jewelry, a sinister click at the door snapped me back to reality. The door creaked open, revealing Shawn\u2019s unmistakable figure, impossible and terrifying.<\/p>\n

His slow, menacing approach, accompanied by a malevolent smile, trapped me in a nightmare from which I couldn\u2019t awaken. \u201cShawn?\u201d I whispered, disbelief and horror congealing together, choking me.<\/p>\n

Shawn\u2019s eerie smile widened. \u201cYou killed me, Iris. Now, it\u2019s your turn to pay!\u201d he whispered, his voice a cold rasp.<\/p>\n

I recoiled as the room closed in and the stench of decay filled the air. Shawn\u2019s ghastly figure demanded, \u201cThe jewels, Iris. Give them to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Overcome with fear, I stumbled backward, eliciting a small scream in the silence. But escape was a distant dream. The world dissolved into a horrifying haze of sights and sounds. Through blurry eyes, I saw the grotesque silhouette of my dead boyfriend stuffing the jewels into a bag. Then, darkness swallowed me whole, and consciousness slipped away.<\/p>\n

At the entrance of the motel, I saw Shawn and Keira, both sporting matching sets of handcuffs, being escorted to a waiting police car. A triumphant smile spread across my face.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you think I would fall for your cheap tricks, you fools?\u201d I taunted them. \u201cI may not be a detective, but I can spot a phony scheme easier than a five-year-old can spot a birthday cake. Your little act was about as convincing as a toddler trying to pass off a crayon drawing as a masterpiece!\u201d<\/p>\n

I had seen through their scheme and won. Ha! My suspicions began when I heard Shawn\u2019s eerie laughter the previous night. But Keira\u2019s easy friendship, the missing body, her seeing Shawn\u2019s ghost, and a myriad of other inconsistencies told me what I needed to know.<\/p>\n

I had called the police the moment I entered my motel room, after the final nail in the coffin \u2013 Keira asking for a separate room. An officer commended my timely call and exposed Shawn and Keira\u2019s full scam.<\/p>\n

They were con artists who preyed on wealthy women through fabricated affairs and staged deaths. As the police car carrying them disappeared into the distance, I let out a shaky breath, the morning sun warming my face. A new day dawned, and with it, a new beginning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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