My day started normally until I got a frantic call from my eight-year-old son, Luke. “Daddy, please come home! Mom is screaming!” he cried. He’d heard strange voices in our bedroom and was too scared to check. I told him to lock his door and immediately called my wife, Nikkie, but she didn’t answer.
I called the police, then rushed home. Fearing the worst, I kicked open the bedroom door, only to find Nikkie’s sister, Diana, with two men… having “fun.”
Nikkie arrived with the police right behind her, shocked at the scene. Diana shrugged, saying, “I thought no one would be home.” She’d been using our home for her affairs.
Afterward, I found Luke still shaken, asking, “So, Mom wasn’t in danger?” I reassured him, saying it was just Aunt Diana “being funny.” We cut ties with her immediately and warned her husband about her betrayal.
