{"id":31124,"date":"2026-05-11T13:12:26","date_gmt":"2026-05-11T13:12:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124"},"modified":"2026-05-11T13:12:26","modified_gmt":"2026-05-11T13:12:26","slug":"i-thought-firing-our-driver-was-just-another-one-of-my-wifes-cruel-moods-until-he-stepped-out-of-the-shadows-that-night-pale-and-shaking-he-grabbed-my-arm-and-whispered-to","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124","title":{"rendered":"I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I laughed\u2014until I saw the fresh blood on his sleeve. \u201cShe\u2019s not your wife,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd by morning, you\u2019ll know why I disappeared.\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n

I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

I almost laughed. It sounded ridiculous. A week earlier, my wife, Melissa, had thrown Robert out of our house after accusing him of \u201cwatching too closely\u201d and \u201casking too many questions.\u201d She didn\u2019t even give him his last paycheck. Robert had driven for my father before he passed, then for me after I inherited the company. He was quiet, loyal, and the kind of man who remembered birthdays without needing reminders.<\/p>\n

But that night, under the weak yellow light behind my office building, he didn\u2019t look loyal. He looked terrified.<\/p>\n

\u201cRobert, what happened to your arm?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked down at the blood soaking through his shirt sleeve and swallowed hard. \u201cI tried to get proof.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProof of what?\u201d<\/p>\n

He leaned closer. His voice dropped so low I barely heard him over the traffic. \u201cYour wife is planning to have you killed.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach tightened. \u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he said, gripping my wrist. \u201cListen to me, Mr. Carter. Tomorrow morning, she\u2019s going to tell you the BMW has a brake issue. She\u2019ll say the Escalade is safer. She\u2019ll insist you take it to the airport.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

The Escalade was in the garage. Melissa had already told me earlier that my BMW needed service.<\/p>\n

Robert saw my face change. \u201cShe\u2019s working with Evan Miles.\u201d<\/p>\n

Evan was my business partner. My best friend from college. The man I trusted with every account my father built.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s insane,\u201d I said, but my voice didn\u2019t sound certain.<\/p>\n

Robert pulled a folded envelope from inside his jacket and shoved it into my hand. \u201cBank transfers. Photos. A mechanic\u2019s name. I followed him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before I could open it, headlights washed over us. Robert froze.<\/p>\n

Across the street, Melissa\u2019s white Mercedes slowed at the curb.<\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t supposed to know where I was.<\/p>\n

Robert pushed me backward into the alley. \u201cDon\u2019t go home tonight,\u201d he hissed.<\/p>\n

Then my phone rang.<\/p>\n

Melissa\u2019s name lit up the screen.<\/p>\n

And when I answered, her voice was sweet, calm, almost cheerful.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel,\u201d she said, \u201cwhere are you? Evan and I are waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t respond right away. My eyes stayed fixed on the white Mercedes idling across the street. Through the windshield, I could see Melissa\u2019s silhouette, one hand on the steering wheel, her head tilted as if she were listening for the fear in my breathing.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel?\u201d she repeated. \u201cAre you there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m at the office,\u201d I lied.<\/p>\n

A small pause.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you\u2019re not.\u201d<\/p>\n

My blood went cold.<\/p>\n

Robert mouthed, Hang up.<\/p>\n

I ended the call and looked at him. \u201cGet in my car.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he said quickly. \u201cNot yours either. We don\u2019t know what they touched.\u201d<\/p>\n

He led me three blocks through back alleys and loading docks until we reached an old pickup parked behind a closed diner. His cousin owned it, he said. No tracking system. No company plates. No connection to me.<\/p>\n

Inside, under the dim dome light, I opened the envelope.<\/p>\n

There were photos of Evan meeting with a man in a gray work shirt outside a repair shop. Copies of wire transfers from a company account I had never seen. A printed text message that made my hands go numb.<\/p>\n

Make sure he takes the Escalade before 7:30. Flight gives us a clean timeline.<\/p>\n

Beneath it was Melissa\u2019s reply.<\/p>\n

He trusts me. He\u2019ll get in.<\/p>\n

I read it three times, hoping the words would rearrange themselves into something less horrifying.<\/p>\n

Robert watched me quietly. \u201cYour father never trusted Evan.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy father loved Evan.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, sir,\u201d Robert said. \u201cYour father tolerated him because you loved him.\u201d<\/p>\n

That hit harder than I expected.<\/p>\n

We drove to a cheap motel outside Arlington. I used cash from Robert\u2019s glove compartment and checked in under his cousin\u2019s name. For the first time in my life, I left my phone off.<\/p>\n

At 6:12 the next morning, I turned it back on.<\/p>\n

Thirty-eight missed calls from Melissa. Twelve from Evan. Six voicemails.<\/p>\n

The first one was Melissa crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel, I\u2019m sorry about last night. I panicked. Please come home. Your BMW won\u2019t start, and I already moved your luggage into the Escalade. We need to talk before your flight.\u201d<\/p>\n

The second voicemail was Evan, sounding angry.<\/p>\n

\u201cMan, whatever Robert told you, don\u2019t be stupid. He\u2019s unstable. Melissa is scared. Call me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then came the final voicemail.<\/p>\n

Melissa\u2019s voice was no longer crying.<\/p>\n

It was flat.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel, I know you have the envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n

Robert and I looked at each other.<\/p>\n

Then my phone buzzed with a live security alert from my house.<\/p>\n

Motion detected in the garage.<\/p>\n

I opened the camera feed.<\/p>\n

Melissa stood beside the Escalade with Evan next to her.<\/p>\n

And between them was a mechanic holding a small black device under the driver\u2019s seat.<\/p>\n

Robert grabbed the phone from my hand. \u201cWe call the police now.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wanted to argue. Some stupid part of me still wanted an explanation, a misunderstanding, anything that would keep my life from becoming this ugly. But the camera feed didn\u2019t lie. Melissa wasn\u2019t scared. Evan wasn\u2019t helping her. They were preparing something.<\/p>\n

I called Detective Harris, a man my father had known through charity events years ago. I told him everything in one breath. He didn\u2019t ask me if I was sure. He only said, \u201cDo not confront them. Stay where you are.\u201d<\/p>\n

By 7:05, two unmarked police cars were outside my house.<\/p>\n

I watched through the garage camera as Melissa paced, phone pressed to her ear. Evan kept checking his watch.<\/p>\n

Then my front gate opened.<\/p>\n

Officers rushed in.<\/p>\n

Melissa screamed first. Evan tried to run through the side door, but Robert had already told Detective Harris about it. They caught him beside the pool.<\/p>\n

The mechanic folded almost immediately. He admitted he had been paid to disable the brake line and install a device that would make the crash look like driver error after a sharp turn near the airport access road. Evan had arranged the money. Melissa had given him access to the garage.<\/p>\n

The reason was simple and disgusting.<\/p>\n

Life insurance. Company shares. A secret affair that had been going on for almost two years.<\/p>\n

At the station, Melissa finally looked at me through a glass wall and said, \u201cYou were going to leave me anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared back at the woman I had once trusted with every password, every weakness, every quiet fear.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cI was going to fight for us.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time, she looked away.<\/p>\n

Robert survived the cut on his arm. The mechanic had attacked him with a utility knife when Robert tried to photograph the device the night before. I paid Robert everything Melissa had denied him, then doubled it. He refused the extra money until I told him my father would have fired me for offering less.<\/p>\n

Months later, I still wake up some mornings hearing Melissa\u2019s voice in that voicemail.<\/p>\n

He trusts me. He\u2019ll get in.<\/p>\n

And the worst part is, she was right.<\/p>\n

I almost did.<\/p>\n

So here\u2019s what I learned the hardest way possible: betrayal doesn\u2019t always arrive shouting. Sometimes it smiles across the breakfast table, packs your suitcase, and tells you which car to take.<\/p>\n

What would you have done if someone you barely believed warned you about the person you trusted most? Would you have gotten in the car\u2014or listened to the driver in the shadows?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I almost laughed. It sounded ridiculous. A week earlier, my wife, Melissa, had […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":31132,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-31124","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-life-new"],"yoast_head":"\nI thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I laughed\u2014until I saw the fresh blood on his sleeve. \u201cShe\u2019s not your wife,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd by morning, you\u2019ll know why I disappeared.\u201d - True Stories<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I laughed\u2014until I saw the fresh blood on his sleeve. \u201cShe\u2019s not your wife,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd by morning, you\u2019ll know why I disappeared.\u201d - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I almost laughed. It sounded ridiculous. A week earlier, my wife, Melissa, had […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-05-11T13:12:26+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_realistic_cinematic_scene_set_202605112011.jpeg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"558\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"true love\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"true love\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"6 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124\",\"name\":\"I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I laughed\u2014until I saw the fresh blood on his sleeve. \u201cShe\u2019s not your wife,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd by morning, you\u2019ll know why I disappeared.\u201d - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_realistic_cinematic_scene_set_202605112011.jpeg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-05-11T13:12:26+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_realistic_cinematic_scene_set_202605112011.jpeg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_realistic_cinematic_scene_set_202605112011.jpeg\",\"width\":558,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I laughed\u2014until I saw the fresh blood on his sleeve. \u201cShe\u2019s not your wife,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd by morning, you\u2019ll know why I disappeared.\u201d\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"True Stories\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\",\"name\":\"true love\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"true love\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=2\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I laughed\u2014until I saw the fresh blood on his sleeve. \u201cShe\u2019s not your wife,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd by morning, you\u2019ll know why I disappeared.\u201d - True Stories","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I laughed\u2014until I saw the fresh blood on his sleeve. \u201cShe\u2019s not your wife,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd by morning, you\u2019ll know why I disappeared.\u201d - True Stories","og_description":"I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I almost laughed. It sounded ridiculous. A week earlier, my wife, Melissa, had […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-05-11T13:12:26+00:00","og_image":[{"width":558,"height":1000,"url":"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_realistic_cinematic_scene_set_202605112011.jpeg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"true love","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"true love","Est. reading time":"6 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124","name":"I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I laughed\u2014until I saw the fresh blood on his sleeve. \u201cShe\u2019s not your wife,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd by morning, you\u2019ll know why I disappeared.\u201d - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_realistic_cinematic_scene_set_202605112011.jpeg","datePublished":"2026-05-11T13:12:26+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_realistic_cinematic_scene_set_202605112011.jpeg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/A_realistic_cinematic_scene_set_202605112011.jpeg","width":558,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=31124#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"I thought firing our driver was just another one of my wife\u2019s cruel moods\u2014until he stepped out of the shadows that night, pale and shaking. He grabbed my arm and whispered, \u201cTomorrow, if she tells you to get in that car\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d I laughed\u2014until I saw the fresh blood on his sleeve. \u201cShe\u2019s not your wife,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd by morning, you\u2019ll know why I disappeared.\u201d"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"True Stories","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e","name":"true love","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"true love"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=2"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31124","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=31124"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31124\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":31133,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31124\/revisions\/31133"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/31132"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=31124"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=31124"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=31124"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}