Letter To An Unfaithful Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I have strong views on fidelity, 'he completed with finality. Layla groaned out loud, not having expected him to be quite so set against what would in effect have been a marriage only on paper. ‘I really did think that that would be the sensible option.’ "No, it would be a recipe for disaster." Lucas stared at her with his black-lashed dark eyes glittering like stars in a lean, angular face that was so handsome it made the breath trip in her tight throat. And I speak from experience. My father was persistently unfaithful to my mother, and their unhappiness poisoned life for both them and their children.

John asked. I saw Taylor’s jaw clenched and his face turned even darker. I can read it clearly from his expression, he don’t want me to utter another word. I smirked at him and walked to face his family. “My husband here cheated on me with his business partner. A girl, yes, and that girl is shoving a huge fucking dildo in my husband’s butt-hole! Now tell me again to forgive this bastard and move on from this problem.” They all went paled. I don’t know what Taylor looks like since he was standing quietly behind me.

I unfolded the letter and read the words in Marcus’s familiar handwriting: “My dearest wife, I hope you and our son are doing well. I miss you so much, Olivia. I miss our family, and I miss our lives. I am not coping without you all here. Now, even our new addition is leaving, and I feel completely alone in the world. Baby, I am sorry for everything I did. Please, think about coming home and letting me make up for it. Anything you want, I will give you. But please, come back to me. Take care of yourself and our kids. I love you so much. Your husband, Marcus”

I hope I've become stronger. Because right now... I'm starting to forget what it feels like to be your wife. Love, Amelia.’ --- The letter slipped from my fingers. It floated onto the wooden floor. I didn't pick it up. I couldn't. The tears came without restraint. Silent and relentless. I cried for the woman who had loved me so faithfully. For the husband I had failed to be. For every letter she had written instead of waking me. For every conversation that had existed only on paper.

"Gabriel is the father of my child, and no, I wouldn't hide what we have. I don't want to." "So Jeffery was right all along? You had also been unfaithful in your marriage?" He asked. "Not exactly." Her shoulders fell. "When did 'this' begin?" "A few months back. The day Gabriel returned to New York." "That's recent." Aunt Amelia whispered. "Don't encourage them, Amelia." Her husband shunned her, and her face fell. "Dad, I promise, things are not the way it seems. It all started as a mistake on one drunken night."

I know it is funny how fate can turn things around. You were married to him, and I was enjoying the single life. You two went through a divorce within five years of each other because he was unfaithful, and I would have done the same. However, after everything he has been through, I believe in giving him a chance. I also think that he will not make the same mistake the second time around. Will you, honey? No, there will be no cheating here. I have learned my lesson, Gabriel answered.

“That day you left, you left me a letter. You wrote that you couldn’t pretend to be happy anymore, that you didn’t love me. You asked me to let you be with the man you truly loved. You said you’d been deceiving me for a long time.” He looked at her with tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “That’s why I didn’t look for you. My heart was filled with so much pain and anger. I couldn’t believe that my wife, who told me she loved me every single day, was a lying, conniving woman.” Her lips remained parted as he finished speaking. It couldn’t be. No! She wouldn’t cheat on him. She loved him! “C-can I see the letter?” She still couldn’t believe it.

I took a deep breath and mustered the courage to face it. “For me to rest in peace, I want to confess to you. Your husband is having an affair with another woman. I know you won’t believe me, but trust me, that’s the truth. Along with this letter, I left some pictures to prove my statements. If you still don’t believe it, you can visit the address at the end of this letter. You can’t be with him, Jasmine. It’s time for you to leave, leave his life permanently. He doesn’t deserve you. He’s an asshole for treating you like that. But knowing how stubborn you are, you might not follow my advice. And I still respect that. Even though I’m no longer in this world, I still support you. I will guide

The envelop on one side was written his name; he quickly took the letter and tore it open from one end and brought out a white sheet of paper typewritten on it as follows: “Dearly beloved Charles, I have waited for you for a long time, and I am now tired. I gave you my love, my all love in true wedlock. I offered you my assistance in anything that concerns the task of a true wife in a good coordinated wedlock. I refused any man’s company after I gave you the vows of love. But, now, I am so weakened by your acts of indifference toward our everlasting vows. I am paralyzed and dejected by your sinful apprehension, which your ills and amoral characters disdained our status. I am so terror-struck

His surprise was great when he corroborated the truth, a truth that he already suspected, but that he attributed to it being just a coincidence of destiny, the immense resemblance between them. But as she put aside those papers, she glimpsed two more, opened one of them as she recognized her husband's handwriting, set about reading what she distinguished at last to be a letter. 'My dear and adored Judith. Since you do not answer my calls, my voicemails, my gifts you return, I dare to write you this letter and by this means let you know of my pure love for you. I love you, I adore you, I don't care if you love someone else, my love and my body are your slaves forever.