Wheatley was used to karma.
The former core had accepted there would be fallout from his past actions: he still flinched at the M-word, still had nightmares about That Part, and he doubted he would ever look at the moon the same way again. He supposed this was only fair, there were some things he could never take back, but it didn't really matter. He would always have his wonderful family to help him through anything that happened, and nothing could ever take that away.
At least, that's what he thought.
"I'm from State Social Services." Said the official looking man at the door. "We got a call about some domestic abuse."
Within minutes, Wheatley's perfect life was turned upside-down.
"What's going on?" Sophie said, gesturing to the crowd now gathered outside.
"Wheatley?" Garret said, worry evident in his eyes.
The man in the suit insisted on talking to Chell, and Wheatley noticed his eyes lingered on the scar on her arm. "How did that happen?"
Part 5! Booby trap the stalemate button!
"Oh." Wheatley thought. "So that's what 'domestic abuse' means"
The man in the suit asked a few more questions, but, unable to get anything out of Chell (of course), he moved on to questioning the townspeople. He kept getting the same response:
"Wheatley? No way. He's great!" Said the twins.
"I've known him for 14 years. He and Chell make such a great couple!" Gushed their mother, Romy.
"Yeah, there's some history between them, probably just a fling." Dr. Dillon leaned forward conspiratorially. "He did mention a woman named Curi once."
"Chell's never talked about the scars, but you can tell she and Wheatley have been through a lot." Aaron said. "Wherever they came from, I think she saved him."
That left only Garret, who refused to comment other than agreeing with Aaron. The suited man had left then, but Wheatley sensed this was far from over. He was just glad (heh) that his friends were still willing to trust him. He really had joined the human race.