When I decided to surprise my husband by delivering his forgotten lunch to his university class, I never expected to stumble upon a nightmare. Seeing my own face on his lecture slide, described in the most humiliating terms, I knew our marriage would never be the same. My name is Janet, and my husband, Mark, is a psychology professor at the local university.
We’ve been married for ten years. Mark can be quite forgetful, often leaving his lunch at home. This morning was no different.
“Mark, you forgot your lunch again,” I sighed, holding up the brown paper bag. “Sorry, honey,” he mumbled, already engrossed in his notes. Since I had the day off, I decided to take it to him.
It was a simple gesture, and I thought it might brighten his day. Little did I know, it would lead to a shocking revelation. The university campus was bustling with students, all rushing to their classes.
The sun shone brightly, and the air was filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter. I felt a mix of nostalgia and curiosity as I walked through the grounds, holding Mark’s lunch. When I found the right auditorium, I peeked in.
Mark was still lecturing. He hadn’t noticed me, so I decided to sit at the back and listen. It had been a while since I’d seen him in his element, and I thought it might be fun.
The auditorium was large, with rows of seats sloping down towards the stage. The students seemed engaged, their eyes fixed on Mark. I settled into a seat, trying to stay inconspicuous.
Mark was talking about psychological experiments, showing slides of various studies. He seemed animated, his voice clear and confident. “To prove the point, I recreated the experiment on my wife,” he said suddenly.
My blood froze. What did he just say? “Our subject, Janet, has an average IQ and the social awareness of a teenage girl.
Testing this theory on her was not a hard task. Take a second to look at this video of her, and then we will discuss it.”
My face appeared on the screen, along with some unflattering characteristics written underneath. The room seemed to close in around me.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My own husband had used me as a subject in his experiment without my knowledge. The screen showed a video of me recounting a childhood memory of getting lost in a mall.
But that never happened. I watched in horror as the video played on, interspersed with screenshots of our text conversations. Mark had been planting this false memory in my mind for weeks.
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