My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift Novels & Stories

I couldn't tell how long it had been since he asked the question… 10 seconds, a minute? I grabbed some groceries and turned away from him towards the cabinet. "Of course not, David," I said. "Don't be ridiculous. Why the fuck would I ever think of having an affair when I have a wonderful man like you as my husband… everything about our marriage is great… We have a good sex life, and we are doing well financially… honey, I love you and I can’t even imagine myself allowing another person cock in my pussy"

Jaxon Adler. He must have seen my face fall, because he laughed again, recapped it, and stuck it back in my pocket. “I gave it to her when I took her out for dinner last night. Don’t tell me she regifted it so soon.” He snapped his fingers. “Ah, that’s right! Your anniversary is today, isn’t it? Perhaps it’ll be your last.” “Punch the bastard.” My wolf’s words were harsh and full of jealous rage, and I didn’t hesitate. This man had not only taken my mate out to dinner the night before our anniversary, but had given her a gift that she had given to me as an afterthought?

And beside the wine was a small, unwrapped gift with a card that read "To my loving husband, happy anniversary" I felt a wave of realization wash over me. I had forgotten our wedding anniversary. I had been so caught up in my own thoughts and worries that I had completely forgotten the most important day of Bridgette's life. I felt a pang of guilt and regret. Even though I didn't love Bridgette, even though she was a spoiled brat and a dangerous woman, she was still my wife. And I had hurt her, deeply. I stood there, staring at the cake and the gift, feeling like the worst husband in the world. I knew that I had to make it up to her, somehow. But how?

Her greedy self replies making me laugh. "You can only choose one." I tell her and her lips form a pout. "You promised me all the Sweets I want." She argues reminding me of my Promise. I cave into her pleading eyes and let the Guy give her all that she wanted. I gave him my Zenith bank MasterCard and as he did the payment transaction my eyes land on the fridge filled with Cake. I suddenly remember that Our Marriage anniversary was around the corner, so was her birthday. I should celebrate it. Do some kind of party bash, for both her Birthday and Our Anniversary.

Ever the perfect wife, I stayed downstairs, waiting for my husband to return as I tried my best to ignore the voices in my head, telling me that my marriage was crumbling. I wanted to save it but I didn’t know how. We both forgot about our anniversary which was a few days ago. Alex was trending because of an expensive necklace he bought at an auction. They all thought it was for me and were waiting to see it on my neck, but our anniversary had passed and he still hadn’t given it to me. It had to be for her.

" My words knocked the air out of him. His body swayed slightly, as if he couldn't believe I would push him toward someone else. One of the staff members, who had been silently observing the drama, spoke up. "Hey, buddy, if I'm not mistaken, you cheated during the marriage, right? How can you have the gall to stop her from leaving? You think a few sappy words can make up for all the harm you've done?" The people in the hall turned to look at us, their gazes full of judgment. It wasn't hard to figure out what had happened. Yvonne clung to his arm affectionately while I stood five steps away, the divide clear as day.

I tut. "You are not wrong, though, but we are married, so you are still my wife; you can't run from that anyway." My cheeks blush. He isn't wrong about it, though. Fine. I guess I'll do it. It's our anniversary day after all, and I don't have any gifts for him; do consider this a gift.

I was so surprised when I opened the package and saw the scandalous piece of underwear that I quickly returned it to the package and stored it in a well-hidden place at the back of my closet. “Oh, about your gift… It's just… Um... Thanks, Lanie, but I can't wear that,” I said, turning on the washing machine. “Hey, why not? Didn't you say today was your wedding anniversary? Being married for twenty years is a long time, friend; you deserve a celebration,” she insisted. “It's just, I don't know if Bruce will like it…” I replied fearfully. Most of the time, my husband was cold and distant with me; we never did any kind of spicy things like other couples.

"I don’t want your gifts!" Every time he screwed up, he’d buy me something to smooth it over. I had since learned that the things he gave me were the very ones Nora had turned down. The corner of the box split his brow. Blood welled instantly, trickling down as he clutched at the wound. I pulled out the divorce papers and slapped them on the table. "It’s past midnight. Our anniversary’s over, and so is our marriage."

He became disappointed. " What! Should I thank my husband, who is having an affair with a random woman?" I reminded him of his infidelity; perhaps he thought that giving me an expensive dress and jewelry would satisfy me. "I see, you hate me... Don't you?". Seeing how I responded to his gift, he asked... " Hate? It is an understatement." I answered his question, held the bag, and exited the room... I was about to reach the door when I heard something.