Husband Changes Locks and Throws Wife Out Thinking She Cheated – She Proves Him Wrong

Newlywed bliss shatters when Sarah’s husband, Jake, accuses her of cheating after “smelling cologne” in their bedroom. Alone and humiliated, Sarah pieces together the truth — and it’s far from what Jake expected.

It had only been two weeks since Jake and I said our vows. Two weeks of riding that post-wedding glow like it was some invincible wave. It felt like we were untouchable. No one told me how quickly that feeling could collapse.

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A happy woman | Source: Midjourney

Jake’s mom had the accident on a Sunday morning. I was folding laundry when he got the call. One second, he was tapping his phone on the counter, scrolling through some meme page, and the next, his face drained of color.

“Mom’s hurt,” he said, already pulling on his hoodie. “Dad accidentally hit her with the car.” His voice cracked on that last part. “Her hip… it’s bad. She needs an urgent replacement.”

I grabbed the keys for him. “I’ll drive.”

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Car keys | Source: Pexels

“No, no. I’ll be faster.” His eyes met mine, wild and unfocused. “I’ll call you when I know more.”

He kissed me on the side of my head, and then he was gone. Just like that. I stood in the kitchen, the faint smell of detergent in the air, trying to process what he’d just said. His dad hit his mom with the car?

Hours later, he called to say he’d be staying at his parents’ house to help care for her post-surgery. I told him it was fine. It was. What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t understand that?

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A woman holding a cell phone | Source: Midjourney

Three days later, on Wednesday morning, I was halfway out the door for work when I heard the front lock turn behind me. My heart jumped. Jake?

He stepped in wearing the same hoodie and worn jeans. He grinned when he saw me, but as I hurried forward to greet him, he stopped in his tracks. His nose crinkled and his eyes darted across the apartment like he was searching for something.

“Hey, babe! I didn’t know you were coming back today,” I said.

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A man in an apartment | Source: Midjourney

He didn’t smile. He didn’t even look at me, just kept scanning the place. Then his eyes locked on me, hard as stone.

“Who’s been here?” he asked, his voice sharp as a blade.

“What?” I blinked, stunned. “No one’s been here, Jake. It’s just me.”

He tilted his head toward the bedroom. “Then why does it smell like cologne in there?”

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A frowning man | Source: Midjourney

I laughed, but it came out too light, too nervous. “Cologne? What are you talking about?”

“You tell me,” he shot back, stepping past me toward the bedroom. “Smells like a man’s been in here.”

I stared after him, frowning. “Maybe it’s something from outside,” I offered. “Maybe it’s… I don’t know. The windows were open all day yesterday.”

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A woman shrugging | Source: Midjourney

My phone buzzed then. It was a text from a colleague letting me know the boss was looking for me.

“I’ve got to rush,” I called out. “I’m already running late and now Mrs. Thompson is asking for me! See you later, babe!”

I hurried out the door. Work was crazy that day, and I couldn’t wait to get home to Jake. I’d missed him so much while he was away. But when I got home that night, I knew something was wrong.

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Apartment corridor | Source: Pexels

My key didn’t fit. I yanked it out, checked it, and tried again, but it was useless. I peered at the doorknob like a fool, and that’s when it hit me: Jake had changed the locks.

I banged on the door and called for Jake, but he didn’t reply. So I called his phone. It rang once before going straight to voicemail. I called again. Same thing. Texts went unanswered, too.

I sat on the stairs of our apartment complex, head in my hands, feeling too stunned to cry. I thought about calling the landlord, but what would I even say?

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

I had nowhere else to go, so I went to my mom’s place. She was shocked to see me, and just as confused as I was when I tried to explain why I was there.

“Why don’t you try calling Jake’s brother?” she suggested, placing a cup of tea in front of me. “Those two are so close… if anyone can help you figure out what’s going on, it’s Nick.”

“You’re right,” I muttered, wiping my eyes.

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Tears in a woman’s eye | Source: Pexels

I stepped into the living room with my tea and called Nick. He picked up on the third ring.

“Hey,” I said, breathless. “Have you talked to Jake?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice colder than I’d ever heard it. “He doesn’t want to talk to you.”

I stood up, gripping the phone tighter. “What? What are you talking about?”

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A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

“Look, Sarah,” he sighed like he was tired of me already. “He knows what you did. You should just own it.”

I pressed my hand to my mouth. “Are you serious right now?” I whispered. “What are you even talking about, Nick?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

He hung up.

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A cell phone | Source: Pexels

I immediately texted Jake again, demanding to know why he was mad at me. This time, he replied.

“You cheated on me while I was looking after Mom. Our apartment stinks of your lover’s cologne! How dare you bring another man into our bed?”

I couldn’t believe what I was reading, but it didn’t stop there.

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A woman staring at her cell phone | Source: Midjourney

Another text arrived from Jake.

“Our marriage is over! I’ve told my whole family what you’ve done…”

Tears flooded my eyes as I read all the cruel names he called me after that. Jake and I had been together for five years… how could he think I’d be unfaithful to him only two weeks into our marriage?

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

More texts arrived in quick succession, but these were from Jake’s mom.

“Return the ring. It’s not yours anymore. It was $19,000, and we’re not letting you walk away with it.”

My breath caught in my throat. I sat up straighter, staring at my screen in shock.

“Jake is meeting with a lawyer tomorrow. An annulment can be done quickly since it’s only been 2 weeks.”

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A woman holding a cell phone | Source: Midjourney

An annulment? Before I could finish processing that, the next text arrived.

“We’ll be sending your things soon. Tell us if you’d rather have them dropped off or shipped.”

My fingers curled into the blanket on my lap, gripping it like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. I kept reading the messages until I finally turned off my phone.

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A woman holding a cell phone | Source: Pexels

I sat there, staring at the little gold band on my finger, wondering how we got here. Two weeks ago, we were untouchable.

I didn’t sleep that night. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning. By 2 a.m., I was replaying every little detail, looking for a clue.

And then it hit me: the wipes.

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A woman holding wipes | Source: Pexels

The smell in our apartment wasn’t cologne. It was the lemon-cedarwood wipes I’d taped behind the fan in our bedroom. I’d done it on purpose after cooking fish for dinner — Jake hated the smell of fish.

My heart started pounding so hard it felt like it might break my ribs. I grabbed my phone and texted him.

“Check behind the fan. Look in the bathroom trash for the packaging. It’s the wipes, Jake. It’s not cologne. It’s not a man. It’s the wipes.”

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A woman texting | Source: Midjourney

Then I waited.

The next morning, I was sitting with my mom at the kitchen table, trying to act like I hadn’t just experienced the emotional collapse of my life. My coffee was cold, and I didn’t care. My phone buzzed.

Jake.

I looked up at my mom, and she nodded. “Go on, baby.”

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A mature woman | Source: Midjourney

I walked to the door. Through the window, I saw him standing there. Shoulders slouched. His eyes were red. His hands shook as he wiped at his face.

He knocked once. Just once.

I opened the door but didn’t say anything. I just watched him.

“Sarah,” he choked out, his face crumpling. “I’m so sorry.”

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A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

I folded my arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you?”

“It was a mistake,” he said, voice cracking. “I-I let my head get… I wasn’t thinking. I just—” He looked up at me, eyes wild. “Please come home.”

My breath hitched, and before I knew it, I was stepping forward, arms wrapping around him. His warmth crashed into me, his breath shaky against my hair. Relief poured out of him in a broken sob, and for a moment, I let myself believe it was going to be okay.

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A couple hugging | Source: Midjourney

I went home with Jake that evening, but I couldn’t get over what had happened. I couldn’t stop thinking about the lock change, the cruel texts, and Jake’s mom demanding my ring back like I was a thief.

The names Jake had called me circled my thoughts. One little misunderstanding was all it had taken for him and all his family to turn on me. We’d known each other for five years… we were supposed to be family.

The next night, I packed my things.

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Suitcases on a bed | Source: Pexels

I carried my suitcase out into the living room, where Jake was watching TV.

“I’ve been thinking…” I started, leaning over to switch off the TV as I spoke, “about how quick you were to believe I was cheating on you, how you refused to talk things through with me, how easy it was for you to throw me out like trash.”

“Baby, I said I’m sorry.” He stared at me like he couldn’t believe this still bothered me.

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A man on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

“I know, but saying sorry doesn’t mean we aren’t broken, Jake.”

“I’ll make it right, I swear! I love you.”

I shook my head, slow and steady. “Love doesn’t change the locks on me. Love doesn’t end with a text.”

His face twisted with regret. “Please.”

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A sad man | Source: Midjourney

“I’m going back to my mom’s,” I said, grabbing my suitcase and heading for the door. “I need space.”

“Sarah, please!”

But I shut the door.

For the next week, he sent me long, heartbroken texts. Pages of apologies. I read them all. I didn’t reply.

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A woman frowning at her phone | Source: Midjourney

I lay awake at night, thinking about it. If someone else told me this story, I’d laugh at how stupid it sounded. He thought it was cologne. It was lemon wipes. But I didn’t laugh. It wasn’t funny.

Two weeks into marriage, and I’d already learned this much: People who love you don’t turn on you that fast.

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‘American Pickers’ Frank Fritz put under guardianship – things started going downhill after bad engagement – Latest news!

We occasionally follow paths in life that we never would have imagined. Although Frank Fritz was a well-liked character on television, he was going through a lot in his personal life.

This is his tragic tale…

Longtime partner of Frank Fritz was Diann Bankson. His tumultuous split from her resulted in his drinking, unemployment, and even a medical emergency. Although the two are now permanently apart, their time spent together left a lasting impression on them both.]

At the age of 25, Frank Fritz, the host of “American Pickers,” first laid eyes on Diann Bankson. The pair intermittently dated before being engaged in 2017. They moved in together after purchasing an Iowa farmhouse a year later in 2018.

Their relationship, however, soured in November of that year when Bankson claimed to have “walked in” on Fritz and “caught him in bed with another woman.”

Fritz disclosed in an interview that Bankson had cheated on him and that he was even reminded of her “betrayal” by a tattoo. However, he declared his desire to wed her.

“I had planned to get married, had purchased a house and a very expensive ring, and was shocked to learn that my fiancée had been seeing someone else for the previous 2.5 years,” Fritz remarked.

Fritz stated, “She’s the cheater, which is why I got a tattoo saying ‘Once a cheater, always a cheater.’” He said that the tattoo was meant to act as a reminder to never do “the same mistake again.” And that Bankson had “cost” him a lot of money, he said.

He started drinking to heal his broken heart. That’s how he handled his heartbreak, he claimed. He lost a lot of weight as a result of this as well. “I gave it a good shot,” remarked Fritz. I made an attempt to drown her.

He overcame his drinking issue, but because the last relationship with Bankson had “stung hard enough,” he made the decision to put off dating for a while.

Following the split, he had losses in his career as well. The Sun claims that after March 2020, he stopped hosting History Channel’s “American Pickers.”

Fritz gave an explanation for his absence, saying that he intended to return to the show after the scar from his back surgery healed. “I would like to return to the show,” Fritz remarked. Now that I’m fully recovered, I’m prepared to resume my role on the show.

Fritz claimed there had been no definitive decision made by the show regarding his return. He said, though, that a showrunner had given him a call and assured him that he would return to the screen.

Despite Fritz having worked on the show for ten years, TMZ claims that the show has “no plans” to employ him as a host once more.

In addition to not returning to his show, Bankson’s ex-boyfriend Eric Longlett, an engineering administration manager, made his debut. She gushed about how fortunate she was to be with him in posts about him on social media.

“He took me to see Elton John’s Yellow Brick Road Farewell Tour,” she captioned a photo of herself and Longlett together at the concert. I’m a fortunate woman. Love you, sweetie. oxo

Fritz was hospitalized on July 4, 2022, following a stroke. After finding him on his house floor, his companion had phoned for assistance. The 911 call in which his friend stated, “He might be seizuring, I’m not sure,” was obtained by The US Sun.

Bill Fritz, Fritz’s father, told the reporters that his son was healing nicely and getting better every day.

His recuperation was not as complete as the physicians had hoped, though. After being discharged from the hospital, he was placed under guardianship and sent to a nursing home.

On August 18, 2022, his “longtime friend” reportedly filed an emergency appointment for temporary guardianship and conservatorship on his behalf, which was subsequently approved.

The bank was designated as his conservator to manage his finances, and his friend was named as his guardian.

In its capacity as his conservator, the bank would manage all of his care facility bills, including daily costs, health insurance, maintenance, and property tax payments. The bank would have to make sure he could get to events and doctor’s visits in a suitable manner.

In addition to being “in decision-making since the stroke,” his friend’s guardianship required that he submit a “initial care plan” for the patient.

In order to achieve this, his guardian would have to make decisions about his living situation, place of residence at the time, health, and medical requirements. They would also need to arrange for him to participate in activities, maintain communication with him and his loved ones, and pursue romantic relationships. It would also be expected of him to provide an annual report as his guardian.

His health was getting worse, according to his papers, and it was making it more difficult for him to make wise decisions for himself, “without which physical injury or illness may occur.”

Documents revealed that he was unable to “make, communicate, or carry out important decisions concerning his own financial affairs,” indicating that his condition was far worse than previously believed.

His guardian will have to make decisions on his behalf as he heals and is able to “receive treatment for his injuries.”

The court determined that Fritz needs a guardian in order to prevent additional harm to his health. The court decided that “appointing a guardian and conservator is necessary to avoid immediate harm to him.”

This story really breaks my heart. We send Frank Fritz our best wishes for wellness and recovery.

Tell your friends and relatives about this so they can pray for the well-being of their beloved TV show presenter and learn what happened to him.

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