Letter To An Unfaithful Husband の小説・ストーリー

Not after that. What if she files for divorce? What the hell do I do then? I can’t lose her. I sat. Hours passed. Doing nothing but thinking. Finally, I picked up a pen and wrote her a letter. A real one. Long. Honest. Vulnerable. Then I sent it to her—with just a small bouquet and some chocolates. No extravagant gifts. This wasn’t about that. This was about us. I need her. I need my wife. That night, I cooked dinner. Set the table. Hoped. Prayed.

“What we have is beautiful. I love it. I love you. I came back because I figured, he’s been good. It’s only the first time he’s ever done something like this but deep down I am scared. The truth is that I would never recover if you cheat on me. No matter how good you have been all along, I doubt things will ever be the same. I will keep wondering why Judith. You married me months after we met, I am going to start to wonder if it was just a convenience to you. I will turn into a woman I know I’m not. Already the fact that you told her you’d give her 40k just breaks my heart. I don’t know what you intended but the way those texts were, I’m not surprised she’s calling me. She wants you and to h

I asked him, “Why am I naked and you are still wearing clothes?” That prompted him to strip. He pulled the covers back on the bed to invite me to join him. I leaned in and kissed him, holding the back of his head while I tried to push my tongue into his throat. His hand was on my bare ass. I love the way he caresses my cheeks and probes into my cleft, looking for my asshole and my pussy. I realized that I was incredibly hot for him. Somehow, being unfaithful had stimulated my love and desire for my husband. I told him, “I’m going to fuck you until your dick is ready to fall off.”

until he told me how he went back because of the woman who evidently still has a hold on him, his first love. “I was never unfaithful to you.” Dom said with regret that was unmistakable in his words but then he continued, botching his apology, “So, you see… it wasn’t me, I was never the one. But now,” he looked at his own little son in Bree’s arms, but not realising it, he said, “The only cheater and the only unfaithful person in this relationship is... You.” He paused, looking a little embarrassed as he said, “Even when you weren’t with me I was faithful to us.”

*************** Mia snapped awake, and looked at the window in shock, then breathed a sign of relief after seeing it was still dark. She disentangled herself from his arms and entered the bathroom to do her usual routine before walking out casually. She looked at her husband who was still sleeping, and a tear dropped from her eyes but she blinked the sadness away and coldly took out the divorce document which she had signed, and also a letter which she opened and re-read. It says, “By the time you read this letter, I would be gone from your life. Micheal, I have never wronged you, and I have always been a good wife to you, I can also accept things but I will never accept you cheating on me,

" Ophelia gasped; she did not know where the story was headed, but she was determined to see the end of it. "Yes letters; at first we thought it must be misdelivered because they just contained a few words at times, some of them accusing me of cheating on my husband; it felt weird because I never did anything of such. I was barely out of the house, so how could I have cheated on him? It went on for years, and even the police could not do anything about it; the letters were untraceable, and they did not pose any risk or harm."

It was just another rumour surrounding his promiscuous lifestyle. I'm fed up with it. What did I expect when it is that same character flaw that brought us together? He cheated on his girlfriend to be with me. How can he be faithful? "Mrs Bancroft." I answered my phone. "I'm sorry but I can't make it." "What do you mean?" She was supposed to bring proof that can get my husband arrested. I want him to suffer in one way or another. I have given him many years of faithfulness. Money and nice things don't compensate for his actions. This is by far the grimmest. He has to be punished.

He tore from the bed and stood on the other side, glaring at me hard, “Well, I love you. For the longest time, it has always been you that I see. And it hurts that you knew my feelings for you but decided to ignore them.” “And I love my husband. I love my husband with every single chip of my soul, and you have no idea how it eats away at me that I became unfaithful while I was supposed to be there for him.” I snapped back, our voices rising up the octaves with every passing second. “Listen, Dante…” I said before pursing my lips and taking deep breaths.

“You don’t get to pick and choose when I’m your husband. Especially not with something like this.” “I was scared!” I burst out. “I didn’t know what to think.” I looked down at my hands. “Because… because when this started, you weren’t someone I trusted. Not fully. We were married, yes, but it wasn't a textbook fairytale. So when I saw those letters, the doubts crept in again.” He let out a low curse and ran a hand over his jaw. “Where are the letters now?” I pointed to the bed. “Under there. In my tote.”

"I knew it. I knew you'd say it's stupid. Me wanting to be with you officially… even when I know you don't fuck your husband… is stupid to you. God, I'm stupid." "What? No! I mean..." Panic flared in my chest. “That's not it. I'm ju.. just confused where all this is coming from.” I explained. “Then, what's your response? Are you in or not?” he shrugged. Somehow the way he said it causally poked something inside of me. "This doesn't make sense. Are you saying this is just about the sex?” I asked. There was no response. I shook my head. “We’ve barely been together twenty-four hours and you already drafted this brand-new way for me to be unfaithful?"