Duplicity: A Psychological Suspense Short Story

By Peter Jolt and cover image (AI assisted) Peter Jolt

Invading her mind will expose her lies, but the truth comes at a terrible cost.

Eric will do anything to uncover the truth about his wife Lily, even if it means crossing ethical lines. When experimental mind-reading technology falls into his hands, he sees a chance to hear Lily's innermost thoughts. But as Eric eavesdrops on his wife's mind, he uncovers secrets far darker than an affair. Will this technology help save his marriage or destroy it forever?
Please note: this is a short story (33 pages) - not a full-length novel.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jolt Fiction
• Release date: Feb 16, 2024
• ISBN: 9788367702010

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Duplicity

a psychological suspense short story

Peter Jolt

Jolt Fiction

Copyright © 2023 by Peter Jolt

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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

ISBN-13: 9788367702010

Contents

1.One

2.Two

3.Three

4.Four

5.Five

6.Six

7.Seven

From the Author

Acknowledgements

About the author

One

Congratulations. Chang’s lips twist into a mocking smile. You came alone this time.

What do you mean? I force myself to stay calm.

First time without your wife. Must be hard, given your condition.

What condition? I grip the armrest of my seat tighter, trying to keep my voice steady. Whatever my wife might have told you, it’s a lie. I’m just careful. With my money, you’d be too. The bastard is pushing a mental disorder on me. Are all shrinks like that?

I see. Chang scrutinizes me with a stony stare. So, you want to try the special pills? They’re not for the faint of heart.

I’m not worried. Now the jerk assumes I’m weak.

Clearly, Chang’s practice is faltering. The tiny office overflows with shabby furniture. I perch on a sunken armchair, flanked by a sagging sofa that strains under the weight of me and my wife during our weekly meetings. In one corner, a weathered desk drowns in paper. A polished nameplate announces: Daniel Chang, MD, Psychiatrist. An ancient hourglass provides a small solace, silently signaling the end of my ordeal.

Chang remains silent, waiting for my words. I prefer this to his condescending tone.

I win when he speaks first. Too bad your wife couldn’t make it today.

I give a reluctant nod. Coming alone wasn’t easy, but if we came together, my plan would fail.

We’ll have our individual session soon. What do they discuss in these sessions?