
When my son innocently revealed that my husband was secretly driving a shinier car with a woman I knew nothing about, I thought his secret would break us apart. But then I did my investigation and discovered a truth I never anticipated.
I’ll admit it: our car was a disaster zone. Sharing it with my husband, Ben, who works in construction, meant it constantly smelled of sawdust and sweat.
The floors were a graveyard of mud from his boots, crumpled fast-food wrappers, dust-covered tools, and the occasional rogue nail or screw! But when I tried to clean it, our son, Liam, told me something that changed our lives forever.

A dirty car | Source: Midjourney
While my husband trashed the front of our old car, the backseat was Liam’s domain. It was a scattered mess of broken crayons, half-eaten snacks, and sticky juice boxes!
Between driving our five-year-old to preschool, running errands, and visiting my mother — who had been struggling with her health — keeping the car clean felt impossible. It was a battle I was constantly losing, but giving up wasn’t an option because I also used it.

A woman looking at a dirty car | Source: Midjourney
But this Saturday morning was different. Ben’s coworker, Mike, offered to pick him up for an early shift, giving me a rare slice of free time and access to the car. I glanced at the wreck that was our car and decided it was time to wage war against the mess.
“Liam, want to help me clean the car?” I asked, half-hoping he’d say no.
His eyes lit up. “Can I use the sponge?”
“You bet.”

An excited child | Source: Midjourney
Liam looked so cute as he marched outside, clutching a tiny sponge like a sword. For the first 30 minutes, we made a good team. He scrubbed the rims with the focus of a tiny soldier, and I tackled the front seats, pulling out old receipts and sticky candy wrappers.
But it wasn’t long before my son plopped down on the curb, puffing out his cheeks.
“Mom, why don’t we just take the secret car Daddy drives?”
I froze. My hands, gripping a dust rag and a sponge, went still.
“Secret car?” I repeated slowly, keeping my voice light.

A confused woman | Source: Midjourney
We were only halfway through cleaning, and I really didn’t need this distraction, but I just had to know what Liam was talking about.
He nodded, casually picking at a dried leaf.
“Yeah, the shiny black one. The lady always lets Daddy drive.”
My pulse quickened.
“What lady, sweetheart?”
My son shrugged, completely unbothered.
“The pretty one with curly hair. They were laughing, and then she gave Daddy the keys. I saw them when Jenna was watching me. You were at Grandma’s house.”
The sponge slipped from my hand.

A woman washing a car | Source: Midjourney
I forced a chuckle and pretended to brush it off, though my stomach twisted into knots and my hands were shaking.
“Oh, that’s funny. I’ll ask Daddy about it later.”
But my mind was racing. Ben never mentioned anything about a fancy car or another woman. Why would Liam say that? And why had this happened when I wasn’t home?
Later that afternoon, when my son was down for his nap, I sat in the kitchen after showering, staring at the counter but seeing nothing. The more I thought about it, the more the pieces didn’t fit. Ben had been distant lately, brushing off conversations and spending more time away from home. But a secret car? A woman?

A woman deep in thought | Source: Midjourney
I quickly made up my mind, deciding not to ask my husband anything yet. I needed to find answers on my own. So, I pulled out my phone and texted my friend Sarah.
Me: “Hey. Can I borrow your car tonight? It’s complicated. I’ll explain later.”
Her response was instant.
Sarah: “Uh, YES. Spill!”
I sighed. This wasn’t how I imagined spending my Saturday night.

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
That evening, I enacted my plan by casually telling Ben I was dropping off groceries at my mom’s, but Sarah was picking me up because we wanted to go out for drinks afterward. I told my husband not to wait up, but he barely looked up from the game he was watching.
“Drive safe,” he mumbled.
Jenna, our regular babysitter and Liam’s older best friend who watched and kept him busy in the evenings while I cooked was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She glanced up.
“Can I leave, or do you need me to stay late?”
“Maybe. Ask Ben,” I said, forcing a smile.

A woman on her way out | Source: Midjourney
When I got out, Sarah’s car was parked in our driveway. She was sitting in the driver’s seat, sipping an iced coffee. “Alright, what’s going on?” she asked when I got in and shut the door.
“I think Ben’s hiding something.”
Sarah’s eyebrows shot up.
“Like… hiding what? Illegal substances? Another woman?”
I winced.
“I don’t know. Liam saw him with some woman in a black car. He said she let Ben drive it.”
“Oh.” Sarah leaned back. “Wow, that sucks… so, what’s the plan?”
“We follow him.”

Two women sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
Sarah gave me a long look before grinning.
“I’m so in! Ben’s going down!”
We parked away from the house but close enough to see if there was any movement in the front yard. Not ten minutes later, as anticipated, my husband left the house, carrying a small box under his arm. It looked like a jewelry box, the kind meant for something expensive. My heart squeezed as I wondered if it was a gift for her.
“What’s in the box?” Sarah whispered for some reason.
“I don’t know. But I need to find out.”

A determined woman | Source: Midjourney
A sleek black car rolled up. A woman with dark curly hair stepped out, smiling as she handed Ben the keys. Then, she slid into the passenger seat while my husband took the wheel. Ben didn’t leave with Jenna, so I assumed she was staying to look after Liam while he was out.
“That’s her,” I said, my voice low. “Follow them. But stay back.”
Sarah nodded, her expression serious for once.
We followed them through the winding streets, staying two cars behind. They weaved through downtown before pulling into the parking lot of a sleek, modern office building.

A car driving around | Source: Midjourney
Ben and the woman got out. She adjusted her blazer, and my husband carefully cradled the box.
“I’m going in,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.
Sarah grabbed my arm. “Wait, wait. Are you crazy?”
“Probably. But I have to see what’s going on. I have to know.”
Sarah nodded and said, “I’ll be right here waiting no matter what happens. If you need me, just call, okay?”
“Okay. Thanks, Sar,” I said, grasping her hand affectionately before leaving her car.

An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney
Inside, I followed them quietly, my heart hammering in my chest. They disappeared behind a door labeled Private Meeting Room. Peeking through the narrow glass panel, I saw the woman open a laptop.
Ben carefully lifted the box’s lid, revealing a delicate necklace with intricate gold filigree and a small ruby at its center. It looked old. Expensive.
He looked somber as he handed the box over to her. She looked at the necklace, nodded, and began typing furiously. I backed away, my mind spinning. Was he giving her jewelry? Was he cheating?!

A confused woman | Source: Midjourney
Confused and shaken by what I was seeing, I stepped away from the door. I needed answers, and I couldn’t wait any longer. But Ben suddenly opened the door, and I stepped in front of him.
“Care to explain?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He froze. His eyes went wide.
“What are you doing here?!” he asked in shock.
“I could ask you the same thing. Who is she? Why do you have that necklace?”
He looked over his shoulder nervously.
“Let’s talk outside.”

A sad man | Source: Midjourney
Back in Sarah’s car, Ben let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing his temples. We’d asked my friend for privacy, and she went inside the building, saying, “I’ll just browse around a bit and keep an eye on that other woman.”
“It’s not what you think,” he started.
“Oh, it never is. So explain.”
“That necklace was my mom’s. One of the last things I have of hers.”
“Then why are you giving it to her?”
“I’m not. I was going to sell it.”
I blinked. “Sell it? Why?”
My husband’s shoulders slumped.

A defeated man | Source: Midjourney
“It’s your mom. When her medical bills started piling up a few years ago, I took out a personal loan to help. I didn’t want you to stress over it, so I kept it quiet. I thought I could handle it, but with interest, it spiraled out of control. The woman you saw — Marissa — is a financial consultant. She’s helping me figure out how to pay it off.”
My anger dissolved instantly, replaced by guilt, as I finally realized why she was so formal-looking. The typing also finally made sense.
“Ben… why didn’t you tell me?”
He stared at the steering wheel.

A man sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Because it’s my job to protect this family. You’ve been under so much stress with Liam and your mom. I thought I could handle it.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “Ben, we’re a team. You don’t have to do this alone.”
His voice cracked. “I thought selling the necklace was the only way.”
I shook my head. “No. We’ll figure this out together.”

A sad woman | Source: Midjourney
Over the next few weeks, we worked together to find a viable solution and made changes. I insisted on picking up extra shifts at my part-time job. We cut back on unnecessary expenses.
And to my surprise, Marissa was kind and understanding, helping us restructure the loan so we could make realistic payments.
Oh, and the driving thing — Marissa explained it to me too. She frequently used the travel time to review documents or prepare notes for their meetings.
Letting Ben drive allowed her to focus on her work uninterrupted, maximizing their time and ensuring they were prepared for discussions.

A businesswoman | Source: Midjourney
And Ben got to keep the necklace. I told him to save it for Liam — a piece of our family’s history that he could pass down as a reminder of the love and sacrifices that shaped our family.
Looking back, it’s funny how a child’s innocent question about a “secret car” could have torn us apart. But it brought us closer instead. Our life isn’t perfect, but we have each other. And that’s more than enough.

A happy family | Source: Midjourney
Sadly, Ben’s wife isn’t the only woman who thought her husband was cheating. After meeting their son’s fiancée, Lily’s husband met up with the young woman in secret. Livid, I confronted them, but the truth was far from what I’d imagined.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Lynda Wiesmeier: Cause of death, Playboy career, movies

AuthorAvokadoReading5 minViews462Published by17.10.2024
Actress Lynda Wiesmeier gained notoriety for her roles in a few well-known movies.
However, one particular photo of her has drawn notice recently since it seems to offer a window into a bygone period.
Lynda Ann Wiesmeier, a blonde bombshell whose voluptuous form adorned the pages of Playboy Magazine, was born in Washington, D.C., in 1963
Her father was a doctor in the US Air Force, and Bitburg, Germany, was the starting point of her adventure. The family relocated frequently prior to Lynda’s eventual arrival in sunny Los Angeles. She also lived for a while in Bound Brook, New Jersey, where she established herself as a frequent Jersey coast sun worshipper.
starring in a zombie film
Lynda enjoyed working and being active, juggling three professions: acting, modeling, and office clerking in a medical facility.
Last motion picture
However, her last movie may have been the one that made people take notice of Lynda Wiesmeier. She was chosen to play Dianne in the zombie horror film Evil Town in 1987.
The film featured the renowned Dean Jagger in the lead role of an insane scientist searching for perpetual youth. His approach? making a medication synthetically from human pituitary fluid, naturally. Things got worse as he was extracting the fluid; the poor donors’ brainless zombies were the product of the process.
In an intriguing turn of events, Keith Hefner, the younger brother of Playboy founder Hugh Hefner, was also featured in Evil Town. With Lynda and Keith involved, the movie had a strong Playboy vibe.
Though the movie was scheduled to open in theaters on June 3, 1987, there was so much anticipation that several theaters opened their screens a day early, on June 2. Nevertheless, Evil Town fell short of expectations despite the hype.
It was derided by critics who labeled it a “silly horror film.” Cavett Binion of All Movie Guide noted that the picture was a mash-up of footage from previous movies, including a 1970s unfinished effort, and that former Playboy Playmate Lynda Wiesmeier “spiced it up with some gratuitous nudity.” Hurt!
Fortunately, Lynda Wiesmeier was destined for a little return. In the years after its debut, a specific scene from Evil Town has become extremely popular for unknown reasons.
It’s not, however, for the reasons that one might think.
Picture of Lynda Wiesmeier
Scott Hunter, an almost unknown actor, appears on screen with Lynda in this unforgettable scene.
This appears to be your typical 1980s photo at first sight. A young guy and lady are posing in front of a Dodge automobile while wearing iconic ’80s clothing. But if you examine more closely, you might find something surprising!
Lynda is wearing high-waisted white shorts with a bright red blouse that is intricately knotted at the waist, while the man is wearing dark shorts and a gray hoodie with multicolored patterns all over it. Back then, short shorts were all the rage, and Scott wore his with one of those ubiquitous corduroy shirts.
Their vintage attire is a lovely return to the 1980s for many, since it screams ’80s fashion. And it’s just this that makes people swoon over this picture.
The 1980s saw a large, vivid, and dramatic fashion trend that we embraced, including glam rock, punk, and preppy designs.
We could experiment with hair, cosmetics, colors, and an abundance of plastic jewelry along with other wild accessories. And because to Lynda and Scott, we can sometimes be transported back in time to this amazing era with just a simple shot from a lesser-known movie.
departed the field
Following her departure from the film business, Lynda decided to start a family and married her first husband. She went on to have two amazing children, a son and a daughter.
The family made their home in Lafayette, Louisiana, where Lynda started working as a records manager at a legal firm, according to Joyce’s Take.
But then things changed, and in 2004 Lynda, ready to start again, packed her bags and moved to sunny California following her divorce. Lynda loved her relationship with her followers, even as she moved on. She became well-known at several fan events, sharing her experiences and signing autographs, such as WonderCon, Glamourcon, and The Hollywood Collectors Show.
Reason for demise
Sadly, Lynda’s adventure came to an end in December 2012, at the age of 49, after a valiant fight with a brain tumor.
Considering what she could have said about her time in movies like Evil Town, a nostalgic snapshot of a bygone period in movies, is bittersweet.
We can still honor Lynda’s legacy and the happiness she gave her admirers despite her passing. If you too miss the 1980s, please share this article!
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