Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - A Fatal Obsession The Secret Affair That Shattered a Los Angeles Neighborhood PART2 #74

Episode Date: November 25, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrime #darksecrets #fatalobsession #crimeandbetrayal #LosAngelesmystery  “A Fatal Obsession: The Secret Affair That Shattered a Los Angeles Neighborhood (Part 2)” continues unraveling the tangled web of lies, betrayal, and passion. As the truth behind the hidden romance begins to surface, jealousy turns deadly, exposing the dangerous consequences of obsession. This chapter digs deeper into the unraveling lives, the shocking revelations, and the tragic fallout that forever scarred an unsuspecting Los Angeles community.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, truecrime, darksecrets, obsessionstory, fatalattraction, shockingaffair, betrayaluncovered, murderandlies, neighborhoodscandal, crimeaftermath, chillingdrama, secretsrevealed, deadlyromance, tragicending, LosAngelescrime

The night everything collapsed. No one, not even Evelyn Drake, the boy's mother, could have imagined what was really going on behind the closed doors of that neighborhood. She thought her son was distracted, maybe struggling with anxiety, or just nervous about the future. Typical stuff for an 18-year-old on the verge of college. She had no idea her boy was tangled up in something that dangerous, something that was about to change the lives of three families forever.

The mistake that tipped everything over the edge came one ordinary afternoon. It wasn't some elaborate sting or planned confrontation. It was pure accident, carelessness. Colette and Lyndon, lost in their own private world of secrecy and reckless passion, were parked together in a car on a secluded stretch of road near the edges of their gated neighborhood. They thought no one would notice. They thought no one cared. But that day, someone did.

That someone was Barbara Nielsen, an older resident with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue. Barbara wasn't just another neighbor, she was the unofficial watchdog of the community. She noticed everything, who didn't mow their lawn on time, who had visitors late at night, which teenagers smoked behind the basketball courts. And on that warm afternoon, she noticed Collette Marlove, a married woman of 41, sitting far too close to the teenage neighbor boy in a car where they clearly had no business being. It wasn't a fleeting glance. Barbara saw enough to erase any doubt.

She caught a moment that spelled out the truth. Collette and Lyndon weren't just chatting. They were involved. And by that evening, the wildfire had started. The spread of a rumor. Barbara didn't keep it to herself, of course. Within hours, the whispers slithered through the neighborhood. A comment at a casual coffee meetup, a, by the way, during a phone call, a nervous laugh

at a backyard barbecue. By nightfall, the story had reached the worst possible ears, Garrett Marlove. Garrett didn't explode. He didn't scream or confront Collette right away. That wasn't his style. He was a businessman who thrived on control, on calculation. Rage simmered in him like acid, but he bottled it. Instead, he called in a professional. A private investigator was hired, the kind who didn't waste time with theories but produced facts.

Within days, Garrett had them. Photos. Texts that Collette thought she deleted but weren't truly gone. Credit card records showing charges at motels far outside their usual routes. There it was, proof that his wife was cheating, and not just cheating, cheating with a boy barely out of high school. But there was something worse. Something that twisted the knife deeper. Among the recovered messages were conversations that nearly stopped Garrett's heart. Collette had been talking with Lyndon about leaving her husband.

About divorce. About starting over. She hadn't dared bring it up with Garrett directly, but the possibility would be was there in her words. And Lyndon, naive, hopeful Lyndon, fed into the fantasy with enthusiasm, pushing the idea of a shared future. That changed everything for Garrett. The threat becomes real. Cheating was one thing. Humiliation was painful, sure. But divorce? Divorce meant destruction. His wealth, his properties, his reputation, his carefully built life, it could all be shattered by a teenager with nothing to lose and a wife blinded by infatuation.

In Garrett's eyes, this wasn't just betrayal anymore. It was a direct threat to his empire, his pride, his survival. That realization flipped a switch inside him. He stopped thinking like a hurt husband and started thinking like a strategist. He would not allow some impulsive boy and a foolish wife to tear his world apart. Over the following days, Garrett played his role flawlessly. He was calm, even affectionate. He acted as if nothing was wrong.

If anything, he seemed more attentive than usual, which only made Colette believe her secret was still safe. She didn't suspect a thing. But beneath that polished mask, Garrett was sketching out every day. detail of a plan. A final solution. Pressure between lovers. Meanwhile, Lyndon was growing restless. The thrill of the affair had curdled into something heavier. He didn't want stolen moments anymore, he wanted permanence. He wanted Collette to be his, fully and openly. But Collette was torn. Yes, she was infatuated, intoxicated even, by the escape. Linden offered. But she wasn't stupid. She knew what divorcing Garrett would mean, financial

ruin, social humiliation, losing the stability she'd built for years. Deep down, she wasn't ready to gamble everything for a boy whose intensity was starting to scare her. The cracks in their secret world began to widen. Arguments started replacing laughter. Lyndon pressed harder, leave him. do it now. Don't waste more time. Colette pulled back, be patient. Things are complicated. I need to think. That imbalance, the push and pull, created friction that neither of them knew how to handle. For Lyndon, rejection felt unbearable. For Collette, his desperation felt suffocating. Slowly, she began to consider pulling away. But she never got to. the chance.

Garrett's decision. By the time their relationship began to falter, Garrett had already made up his mind. He wasn't going to lose his wife to some infatuation. He wasn't going to risk half his fortune in a courtroom battle. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let his legacy crumble because of gossip whispered behind manicured hedges. He would handle it himself.

For days, Garrett, tracked their movements. He learned their meeting spots, their schedules, their careless patterns. He became a shadow, unseen but always there, piecing together the puzzle of their private world. And when the picture was complete, he built his plan. Precise. Ruthless. Final. The setup. The night of the crime didn't start with chaos. It started with calm, calculation. Garrett told Colette he had a late business meeting out of town. He made sure his alibi was airtight.

Then he parked his usual car in a safe spot and switched to a rented vehicle, one that couldn't be traced back to him. He wore gloves. He carried an unregistered weapon. Every detail was in place. Meanwhile, Collette and Lyndon had arranged another meeting. Despite their growing tension, they still couldn't stay away from each other. That night, they were supposed to meet at a small apartment Collette had secretly rented under a false pretense.

A place just for them. Lyndon arrived first, buzzing with restless energy. He wanted answers. He wanted Collette to finally commit. By the time she showed up, he was already wound tight. Their conversation was heavy, laced with frustration. Lyndon pushed. Collette dodged.

She wanted to calm him, but her own uncertainty leaked through her body language. He could see it, her hesitation, her doubts. It terrified him. He thought he was losing her. She thought she was losing control of the situation. Neither of them knew that outside, in the shadows, Garrett was already watching. The infiltration He waited patiently, scanning the building, making sure there were no witnesses lingering in the halls.

His pulse was steady. He wasn't rushing. He wasn't panicking. He was in complete control. When the timing was perfect, he entered. Gloves on. Face calm. Steps silent. What happened next would unfold in brutal, unflinching speed. agreed. Garrett wasn't there to talk. He wasn't there to argue or plead. He was there to end it. And when the door to that apartment closed behind him, the last chapter of their secret affair began.

To be continued.