When I decided to surprise my husband by delivering his forgotten lunch to his university class, I never anticipated stumbling upon a nightmare. Seeing my face on his lecture slide, described in humiliating terms, I knew our marriage would never be the same.
My name is Janet, and my husband, Mark, is a psychology professor. We’ve been married for ten years. Mark can be forgetful, often leaving his lunch at home. This morning was no different.
Since I had the day off, I decided to take it to him, hoping to brighten his day. Little did I know, it would lead to a shocking revelation.
Arriving at the bustling campus, I found Mark’s auditorium and sat at the back to watch him lecture. Suddenly, he mentioned an experiment on his wife—me. My blood froze as he revealed a video of me recounting a fabricated childhood memory. I felt anger, betrayal, and humiliation. Mark had used me without my consent for his experiment, shattering my trust and exposing me in front of his students
