I thought I had a perfect husband and a perfect family. However, my old parents didn’ t think so. It is said that their eyes told them there was concealment and fraud in my husband’ s love. I quarreled with my parents for this time and again. Who would believe the person who lived with you was a cheater? I didn’ t want any interference into my marriage from others, and turned a deaf ear to my parents’ admonition.
My husband worked in my father’ s company. For years he had been on the go and never at home during every holiday and festival. He alleged that he was busy on social duties after each coming in late. I never delved into the complex meaning of “social duties” before and had faith on what he had said.
But as the old saying goes, the older the wiser. Things underwent a subtle change when I heard something spoken from my too drunk husband at a late night. “Madge, you’ re a real hot babe…”. “Who is Madge?” I thought to myself and became alert, but I said nothing. I would rather believe that it was a slip of the tongue under the influence of alcohol. Perhaps it was because of the severe pressure at work. With this intention, I invested much additional effort to create a relax atmosphere at home and cared more about his daily regimen. However, the development reversed from what I would have liked. He became later and more withdrawn every day. I was at wit’ s end but turned to my parents.
My parents quickly and firmly began to make investigation and collect evidence. Knowing that he always took along with the Mac-book I bought when he was on a business trip, my parents insisted on installing a key-logger software on it and sent him to go on errands, which would end on February 12.
Clues and traces recorded by the key-logger shocked me. His explicit chatting logs with “M-babe” reminded me of the name “Madge”. The later timely logs even showed me several offensive screen-shots of the Net Video Phone. The emails from the key-logger told me that he would meet “M-babe” on Valentine’ s Day. I called my husband and asked when he would come back, and the reply was “Sorry Bonnie, the negotiation put off for three days… “. On February 14, I saw the last scene I wanted to see: my husband went in couples with “M-babe”, the very girl in the screen-shots.
I presented the evidence and asked him for a divorce as soon as he came back. He stumbled briefly but then agreed with a readiness. However, when I told that my property had made over to my parents before marriage as a condition to marry him, he changed his attitude and entreated me for my pardon. I finally got at the real man underneath and, no doubt, refused to take him back.
This Valentine’ s Day was by no means happy to me, neither to my parents. Even if they were aware of the truth, they didn’ t want to see me hurt . But it was as what my parents said: the truth will usually come out sooner or later. Just go out of haze and throw off all unpleasant memories. After all, tomorrow, is another day!
Black Valentine for Me
Much Cheaper Pinkerton for Your Partner’ s Infidelity.
“I found something new and strange of my wife. I can’ t see her chat logs in my computer these days, you know, we share it as the home machine. It seems that she cleaned them up after she had finished use. That’ s what she never did before. And, as I see, most of the time, she uses phone to chat by spending much more time and money on sending text message. Never talks on the phone before me anymore, never logs in AOL and MSN when I am at home anymore, never lets me know what she did online anymore…just like she has turned or twisted her habit in a short time. I asked her for why but no responses. I know there is something wrong, but I don’t know what it is…”
I was receiving grumbles and gossips from one of my friend, Randy. By his telling, I got to know that he is facing emotional crises with his wife. Exactly speaking, Randy doubted that his once-devoted wife was cheating on him, and certainly, he endeavored to get this right but had no idea where to begin. I could not sit back and do nothing about it. After somedays of inquires and extraction, I fixed a private detective. Just when I planned to inform him the contact information of the private detective, he came to me and shocked me with a piece of news: he had been told to install a software tool to monitor his computer!
Upon further acquaintance, I finally make it clear that the software tool he installed is a kind of key logger software, which is usually used as parental control software. Keystroke logger(often called key logger) is a tool for tracking(or logging) the keys pressed on a keyboard, typically in a covert manner so that the person using the keyboard is unaware that their actions are being monitored. There are numerous key loggers, in which the software-based key loggers are most comprehensive used. They are software programs designed to work on the target computer’ s operating system. The latest key logger software can even capture screen shots, send log emails or monitor computers with remote installation.
It seems a way, but does it really work? However, when I am still questioning its practicability, Randy told me with a subdued heart that he had found some unpleasant evidence of his wife’ s recent abnormality. “What a shame!”, I murmured. But Randy replied:” It’ s a shame that we are breaking, but not a shame I found what she had done to me. Even if I’ d rather it would not be true, my senses tell me that it ’s better to learn the truth!”
On the one hand I, as Randy’ s friend, feel sorry for his sufferings; on the other hand, I wonder at the high technology of information. With so creative development, we are provided such cheap Pinkerton for assisting in digging out the truth.