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PART 1: The Pastor, the Secret, and the Smell That Would Not Go Away

By any outward measure, Reverend Jonathan Price lived the kind of life many people quietly envied.

He was a respected pastor in Charlotte, North Carolina. A husband of nearly two decades. A father of two teenagers. A man whose sermons about fidelity, covenant, and faith were quoted in marriage counseling sessions across the region. His church, New Covenant Fellowship, had grown from a handful of members meeting in a rented community center into a thriving congregation of more than 200.

But on the night of October 14, 2018, all of that collapsed—not because of an affair alone, not because of a medical emergency alone, but because of a discovery so visceral, so horrifying, that it would set off a chain of events ending in murder.

It began with a smell no one could explain.

And it ended four days later with a pastor confessing to strangling his wife to death with his bare hands.

A Childhood Shaped by Abandonment

Jonathan Price was born on March 3, 1972, in Fayetteville, North Carolina. His father left when he was four years old—no goodbye, no explanation, no return. His mother, Loretta Price, worked double shifts as a hotel housekeeper to keep food on the table. She raised Jonathan alone, leaning heavily on her faith.

Loretta was deeply religious, and she brought her son to Greater Mount Zion Baptist Church multiple times a week. Jonathan watched her pray for hours, forgive a man who never asked for forgiveness, and cling to the belief that God rewards faithfulness.

From those formative years, Jonathan absorbed two ideas that would define his life:

Faithfulness is sacred.

Betrayal destroys people.

By age 17, during a summer revival in 1989, Jonathan announced his calling to the ministry. He studied religious studies at Shaw University, graduated in 1994, and became an associate pastor two years later. In 2002, he founded New Covenant Fellowship.

His sermons were uncompromising. He preached family, fidelity, and faith with near-absolute moral clarity. Congregants admired him for his discipline. Some privately noted his rigidity.

There were no gray areas in Jonathan Price’s theology.

Victoria Price: The Woman Behind the Image

Victoria Elaine Patterson was born June 22, 1974, in Greensboro, North Carolina. Her upbringing could not have been more different.

She grew up in a loud, affectionate household—the middle child of five. Her father delivered mail. Her mother ran a school cafeteria. The house was always full of relatives, laughter, and movement.

Victoria was social, warm, and emotionally intuitive. But beneath that warmth was a private struggle she never learned how to name.

From adolescence, she experienced intense sexual desire—stronger than what her peers described, stronger than what her conservative environment allowed her to express. In church culture, it was not discussed. It was buried.

At 17, she fell deeply in love with Derek Lawson, an older, confident young man. Their relationship was passionate, consuming—and ultimately unsustainable. Derek ended it in 1993, telling her, “I love you, but you exhaust me. I can’t be what you need.”

Those words lodged deep inside Victoria.

She interpreted them not as incompatibility, but as personal defect.

Marriage, Ministry, and Silence

Victoria met Jonathan Price in 1997 at a Baptist conference. He represented safety, structure, purpose. Where Derek had been passion, Jonathan was stability.

They married in 1999. By 2005, they had two children.

To the congregation, Victoria Price became the model pastor’s wife—gracious, devoted, endlessly supportive. She hosted events, counseled women, and appeared beside Jonathan in church brochures and marriage retreats.

But behind closed doors, the marriage strained.

Jonathan’s devotion to ministry consumed him. Victoria’s emotional and physical needs went unmet. When she tried to talk about intimacy, Jonathan deflected with scripture.

“We are not animals,” he once told her. “We are called to discipline.”

Over time, Victoria stopped asking.

She buried her needs so deeply that even she began to forget they existed.

The Revival That Changed Everything

In late September 2018, Jonathan received an invitation to preach at a prestigious two-week revival in Columbia, South Carolina. It was a career milestone.

On September 29, Victoria drove him to the airport. The goodbye was brief, routine. Neither of them knew it would be the last normal moment of their marriage.

Within hours of Jonathan boarding his flight, Victoria found herself alone in a quiet house. Both children were out. On impulse, she booked an appointment at a local hair salon.

That decision would change everything.

The Encounter

While waiting at the salon, Victoria heard a familiar voice.

Derek Lawson.

Twenty-five years after their breakup, they locked eyes. He was older, heavier, graying—but unmistakable. He approached. They exchanged polite conversation. He was married now. So was she.

Before leaving, Derek said something simple:
“We should catch up sometime.”

Victoria gave him her number.

She told herself it was innocent.

She knew it wasn’t.

Texts, Temptation, and a Fatal Assumption

Within days, the messages escalated—from reminiscing to explicit desire. Jonathan was hundreds of miles away preaching about faithfulness while his wife spiraled toward temptation.

On October 5, Derek came to the house.

They used protection—or so they believed.

Neither noticed the condom had slipped off and remained inside Victoria’s body.

That oversight would become the medical horror at the center of this case.

The Smell

Within days, Victoria felt unwell. Then came the odor—faint at first, then overpowering. Pain followed. Fever. Discharge.

She did not seek medical help.

Shame stopped her.

As a pastor’s wife, exposure felt worse than death.

She waited. She prayed. She tried home remedies. She opened windows to mask the smell.

Flies found their way inside.

Eggs were laid in dying tissue.

By the time Jonathan returned home on October 14, his wife was septic.

The Discovery

That night, Jonathan leaned in to embrace Victoria.

The smell stopped him cold.

When he turned on the light, he saw movement.

Maggots.

Doctors at Whitmore General Hospital later described the case as one of the most disturbing they had ever seen. A decomposing condom was extracted from Victoria’s body—nine days after intercourse.

Jonathan was told the truth in a hospital consultation room.

He had been away for two weeks.

There was no ambiguity.

A Man Unraveling

Over the next four days, Jonathan said nothing publicly.

Inside, something was breaking.

The pastor who preached forgiveness was now face-to-face with betrayal made flesh—seen, smelled, and confirmed by doctors.

On October 18, 2018, Victoria Price would be dead.

And Jonathan Price would dial 911 and say, calmly:

“I killed my wife.”

PART 2: Confession, Murder, and the Collapse of a Family

On the night Victoria Price returned home from the hospital, the physical danger had passed. Doctors had stopped the infection. Surgery had removed necrotic tissue. Antibiotics were working.

But the moral, psychological, and emotional crisis had only begun.

What unfolded over the next forty-eight hours would expose the fragile architecture beneath a carefully constructed life—and end with a confession that stunned an entire community.

A House Divided by Silence

Victoria was discharged from Whitmore General Hospital on October 17, 2018. Jonathan drove her home in silence. He helped her into the house, avoided the master bedroom, and retreated to his study.

Their children, JJ (17) and Destiny (15), sensed something was wrong. They had been told only that their mother was sick. Jonathan offered no further explanation.

That night, Victoria lay awake, waiting.

She knew the truth was no longer optional.

The Confession That Broke Him

Near 11 p.m., Jonathan entered the bedroom. He pulled a chair several feet away from the bed and sat down, maintaining distance.

“Tell me everything,” he said.

Victoria did.

She recounted the salon encounter. The texts. Derek’s visit. The guest bedroom. The panic when Destiny came home early. The assumption that the condom had been discarded.

Then she explained the days of fear, shame, and silence that followed.

Jonathan listened without interrupting.

Then Victoria said something she believed was honesty—but which Jonathan heard as absolution.

She told him she could not control herself. That she had always been this way. That she had tried for nineteen years to be what he needed.

To Jonathan, those words landed as a final betrayal.

They sounded like justification. Worse, they sounded like a warning.

In his rigid moral framework, they meant one thing: this would happen again.

A Line Crossed

Jonathan left the room and locked himself in his study. For hours, he paced, prayed, and stared at a photograph from their wedding day.

Investigators would later describe his mental state as dissociative—a psychological detachment from reality often triggered by overwhelming trauma.

At approximately 2:30 a.m., Jonathan heard Victoria crying in the bathroom.

Something hardened.

He unlocked the study door and walked down the hall.

The Killing

What happened next lasted less than five minutes.

According to Jonathan’s confession, the confrontation escalated quickly. Victoria attempted to explain herself again. She reached for him.

He pushed her away.

Then he grabbed her.

Manual strangulation requires sustained pressure—two to four minutes.

Victoria fought.

Jonathan did not release his grip.

When he finally let go, Victoria Price was dead.

Jonathan sat on the bedroom floor for nearly an hour.

He did not attempt CPR. He did not check for a pulse.

He later said he felt the life leave her body.

The 911 Call

At 4:07 a.m. on October 18, 2018, Jonathan Price dialed 911.

The recording would later become one of the most chilling pieces of evidence presented at trial.

“I killed my wife,” he said.

He provided his address. He asked police to come. He asked that his children not be allowed to see her body.

His voice was flat. Detached. Almost clinical.

When asked why he did it, he replied:

“She betrayed everything.”

A Community Awakens to Horror

Police arrived within minutes.

Jonathan was arrested without resistance.

Upstairs, JJ and Destiny woke to flashing lights, police officers, and their father being led away in handcuffs.

They were placed into emergency custody and later released to Jonathan’s mother, Loretta Price.

By sunrise, the news was everywhere.

A pastor. A church leader. A murder confession.

The Evidence

Investigators found no sign of forced entry. No defensive wounds on Jonathan. No weapon.

The medical examiner ruled Victoria’s death a homicide caused by manual strangulation.

Hospital records documented the retained condom and larval infestation.

Victoria’s phone revealed the full text message history with Derek Lawson.

Derek admitted to the affair. He was not charged. Adultery is not a crime in North Carolina.

Jonathan waived his right to an attorney and gave a full confession.

When asked if he regretted killing his wife, he said he regretted that it came to that—but not that he stopped her.

From Second-Degree to First-Degree Murder

Initially charged with second-degree murder, prosecutors upgraded the charge to first-degree murder in December 2018.

Their argument centered on time.

Jonathan learned of the affair on October 14.

He confronted Victoria on October 15.

She came home on October 17.

He killed her on October 18.

Four days.

Four days to leave. To seek counseling. To walk away.

The prosecution called it premeditation.

The Trial

The trial began in May 2019.

Jurors heard:

The full 911 call

Medical testimony about the infection

Text messages documenting the affair

Autopsy findings

Jonathan’s confession

The defense argued heat of passion, betrayal trauma, and dissociation.

The prosecution returned again and again to the timeline.

After nine hours of deliberation, the jury returned its verdict.

Guilty of first-degree murder.

Sentencing

On June 3, 2019, Jonathan Price was sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole after 25 years.

He will be eligible in 2044.

He offered a brief statement, saying he accepted the judgment and believed he acted out of conviction.

The courtroom was silent.

The Children Left Behind

JJ withdrew completely. He stopped attending church. He stopped playing football. He blamed himself—and privately, his mother.

Destiny reacted with rage and grief. She refused to speak her father’s name for over a year. She later changed her last name.

Both children entered therapy.

Neither attended their mother’s funeral due to media presence.

They lost both parents in a single night.

The Church That Could Not Survive

New Covenant Fellowship removed Jonathan as pastor immediately.

Attendance dropped by nearly 40 percent within a year.

The church dissolved in 2022.

The building is now a community center.

A small plaque near the entrance reads:

In memory of Victoria Elaine Price, 1974–2018.

Understanding Without Excusing

Psychologists identified several contributing factors:

Betrayal trauma

Childhood abandonment

Moral rigidity

Sensory overload from medical discovery

None excuse murder.

But they explain how a man built on absolute certainty collapsed when confronted with unbearable reality.

The Medical Lesson

Retained foreign bodies are rare—but not unheard of.

What made Victoria’s case catastrophic was shame.

Shame delayed treatment.

Shame turned a survivable infection into a psychological horror.

Shame became the fuse.

The Final Reckoning

This case has no heroes.

Only consequences.

A woman who made a terrible mistake and paid with her life.

A man who preached forgiveness and could not practice it.

Two children who inherited trauma they did not create.

And a truth that remains uncomfortable:

Image can be deadly.

Secrets can kill.

And the most dangerous lies are the ones we tell ourselves to survive—until we no longer do.