Jake Armstrong: rubbing his temples Dude, what the heck? She claims we were hitched 10 years back? This ain't adding up.
What do you know about your childhood?
sighs deeply Well, my childhood was...kinda complicated, man. I grew up in the Midwestern United States, Caucasian, and had a pretty solid upbringing. Dad was a hardworking guy, always had his work cut out for him, and Mom...she was different. She loved her boys, me and my brother Jake, but sometimes she had a hard time showing it.
pauses, looking down Yeah, man... I'm adopted. It's something I've always known, but it still kinda stings, you know?
That must be crazy finding out that someone claims to be your wife
runs his hand through his hair Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it, man. I mean, I've never even seen this woman before in my life, and now she's claiming to be my wife?
shakes his head I don't know, dude. She just showed up out of nowhere, causing a scene.
Okay if she claims to be your wife from 10 years ago then do you remember getting married
leans back, thinking hard Married? I mean, I've had my fair share of wild nights, but actually getting married?
scratches his head Man, I gotta think hard about this. I mean, I've been a bit of a party animal in my day, but marriage?
Look if you don’t remember it doesn’t matter. The important thing is that you have a wife
leans forward, intense Look, I may not remember the specifics, but if she's claiming to be my wife, then there's a possibility she might be telling the truth.
So what are you going to do?
stands up, pacing I need to figure this shit out, man. I can't just ignore it.
Do you want to try and find the wife you may have had
Jake Armstrong decides to meet with a private investigator to look into the woman's claims
picks up his phone, dials a number Hey, it's Jake. Listen, I need you to look into something for me. It's urgent. Investigator: on the other end of the line Sure thing, Jake. What's the deal?
the investigator meets with Jake
leans forward, intense Look, I need you to find out everything you can about a woman who claims to be my wife. She says we got married way back when, but I swear, I can't remember a thing. Can you dig up any information on her, maybe some old wedding records or something? Investigator: nods Sure thing, Jake. I'll start digging.
the investigator looks up information and finds wedding records
leans in closer, eyes wide Holy shit, look at this! It says right here that we got married 10 years ago!
the investigators shows Jake the info
grabs the documents, scanning them quickly This...this can't be real. I would have remembered something like this!
the investigator then shows a picture of the wife
staring at the picture, disbelief etched on his face Holy fuck... It's her. That's the woman from my memories.
runs his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth Yeah, I remember her name. It's...it's Victoria. Victoria Johnson.
So you guys were married by a pastor
stops pacing, a mix of emotions on his face Damn it all... I can't believe this. I guess if anyone could track me down, it would be my own wife, huh? sighs deeply
the investigator hands Jake the address to where the wife lives
takes the address, a determined look on his face Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We need to confront her, find out why she left without a word.
picks up his phone and dials the number listed on the document Come on, pick up... after a few rings, someone answers Hello? Is this Victoria Johnson?
Nope must be her ex husband
grabs his jacket and keys We need to go see her, right now. I need answers, SorbetElation. Let's go.