Yep, I know what you're thinking, this is a bunch of crap. Nobody is stupid enough to believe this story is true, or that any wife could be this crazy. But I have a copy of the actual call that I'll share with you upon request. You really have to hear it to believe a woman could actually be this stupid. Yes, the voicemail is real and ended our marriage, and all that was holy between us.
There was no way I was going to become her Cuck and live with her betrayal. Her delusion cost her everything. So, if you're interested — just send me an email request and I'll send the MP3 proof (My email is at the end of the story.)
Let me give you some background before I let you read the transcript of that voicemail...
Maggie and I got married right out of high school. We were inseparable, and both of us knew we would be together forever. Our families were close and we never dated anyone else all through high school. We both attended a private religious school and came from families with strong Midwest values. Maggie and I even took a vow of virginity only to be given to each other on our wedding night. Try not to judge, I know it's not a common practice but it was part of our upbringing.
At the tender age of 19, our wedding was arranged by our two families. All of our friends and family were going to celebrate our love and our special day. The wedding was going to take place at the same church we attended all through our childhood, and the reception was set up at the VFW hall.
It was a common Midwest style reception. Neither of our families had much money and we enjoyed the simple things at that time. Simple weddings are the best, no pretense and lots of beer and dancing.
Well, a week before my wedding my buddies arranged a bachelor party that became the tipping point of my marriage. It was a great night at one of our favorite pubs, and then back to Kevin's house for some more fun after closing time. The guys chipped in and hired a few strippers to enhance the entertainment at Kevin's place. At this point I was well over the limit and barely remember what happened for the rest of that night. I woke up the next day in some bed, naked, and unsure of what took place.
Apparently, one of the girls gave me a blow job as the guys cheered her on. I remember nothing about it the morning when I woke up with a major headache. But to my dismay, one of the guys who had been jealous of our relationship, ended up texting Maggie a photo of the action. A clear image of me smiling while a big boobed blonde, was sucking on my cock.
I didn't know anything about the photo until I saw Maggie later that day. She welcomed me with a hard slap to the face and cursed me out on her parents' front steps. She announced that the wedding was off, and that she wanted me to leave and to never talk to her again.
It took everything I had to get her to talk to me the next day, and after hours of apologizing and telling her I had no idea what had happened, she finally stopped screaming at me and only glared at me with pure hatred. It looked like the wedding was off unless I came up with some kind of miracle. Our last conversation went something like this...
"Billy, the one thing we had was that neither of us had ever been with another person, and now I'm the only one that can say that. You've broken our promise to save yourself for me, as I've done for you. That fact will be with me forever, don't you understand?"
"I never would have done it, Maggie. I swear, my idiot friends set this up and now I'm being punished for something I never wanted to happen."
"Well, it did. What do we do?"
"I don't know. Do you want to get even and be with someone else before the wedding?"
She smacked me hard, again. This was starting to get irritating and painful.
"How dare you talk to me like that. I'm not some whore that will just sleep with someone, like you do."
"Dammit Maggie, I didn't sleep with her and it wasn't my fault."
This went on for hours and finally, at midnight we cuddled and kissed for the first time in two days. We cried in each other's arms, and were finally over the event, with one exception.
"Billy, I'll tell everyone that the wedding is on, but only if you agree to allow me to get even."
"What do you mean, get even?"
"Not today, or anytime in the near future, but one day, I might want a girl's night out or maybe a dance with some other guy. A Hall Pass for one time, if it ever comes up. I don't want that to happen, but I feel I need the option to be even in this situation."
"So, anytime in the future if you want a guy, I'll have to allow it."
"Yes, just once — just like you. Like I said, I don't want anyone else and I know it will never happen, but I need that to feel that somehow, we're even, after you let that girl do things to you and suck your cock before I did."
After hours of pleading, lack of sleep, and a headache, I gave in. I believed she asked for this to teach me a lesson and to feel like we were now on level ground. I knew I had nothing to worry about.
We never spoke about it after that night, and things were back to normal. The wedding went on without a hitch. The guy that sent that photo to Maggie somehow didn't make the wedding as he was in the hospital with two broken legs and a concussion. Apparently, my best man Harley wasn't happy with his decision to try and derail my wedding. You don't disrespect the guys in our group without knowing there would be consequences.
Our next 7 years were magical, our love grew stronger and we remained inseparable. I finished courses at the local university and earned my degree in computer engineering, where I learned a great deal about blockchain technology and cryptology.
During this time Bitcoin was new and as a lark I acquired over 95 bitcoins at almost no cost, which I kept in a paper wallet for over 6 years. Nobody knew I had them, and when bitcoin was just over $60,000 a coin, I knew our lives would change forever. I started to make plans for our future, but remained silent about my wealth until the right time.
Money and wealth were never a factor in our lives, and I was determined not to let it change us or turn us into some of those people you see on Jerry Springer, who go from poor to rich, to bankruptcy. I was careful with the windfall and made sure to maintain and grow the large portfolio I now owned. After working with several accountants and advisors we were going to be set for life with generational wealth.
While this was happening, I was working for a large engineering firm, doing what I loved. Maggie worked in the local library, which didn't pay much but was something she enjoyed. I maintained the family budget and to Maggie's delight, we lived a comfortable life.
We were both in our mid-twenties, and were about to start planning our family. It was now time to enjoy life and give Maggie the things our parents and family could never afford. After a late night out of dinner and dancing, I told her it was time to start a family. She agreed and was going to go off the pill and visit her doctor the following week. We wanted to make sure things were perfect.
I planned on surprising Maggie with a new home and her favorite luxury car, the Mercedes GLC-AMG43. With my investments growing and advice I was going to move enough funds to buy our new dream home and her new car. I felt like we were once again living in a fairytale, and our love was never stronger. I gave thanks to the universe and my God each morning, almost pinching myself to see if I was living a dream.
