She nodded and continued taking notes.
Then she asked whether I had any messages supporting what I was saying.
I did.
Not because I had been building a case against my wife.
Because over the past year, whenever an argument became ugly, I had started saving messages after she told me I would regret not having proof.
At the time, I thought I was protecting myself from another argument.
Now those messages were sitting in a folder on my phone.
The investigator reviewed them with me.
Some were ordinary marital arguments.
Some were cruel.
Some showed my wife accusing me of things that had never happened.
But one message made the investigator stop scrolling.
It had been sent three months earlier.
“I know how this works. Whoever looks calmer gets believed.”
She read it twice.
Then she asked me who my wife had been talking about.
“I don’t know.”
