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

They brazenly carried out their intimate activities right on the couch, utterly ignoring Juni, who cried until she was hoarse. It turned out that Christian's infidelity had begun long before I even suspected it. Fine. Very well. I saved the video clips and called my lawyer, Adam Lewis, with a steady hand. "Mr. Lewis, hello. Please help me draft a divorce agreement." I was determined to leave Christian. I had to take Juni and walk away from this despicable man. I had just hung up the phone when I heard the front door open. Christian entered, lugging several bags of luggage as his face lit up with an enthusiastic smile. It had been a long time since I had seen him smile like that.

I cheered myself. I stood up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast for him. My husband came home late last night and forgot our anniversary. I prepared a small surprise for him yesterday. I wanted to be with him on our anniversary, but he’s not here. He was too drunk last night to celebrate, so I let him sleep to get some rest. This wasn’t how he used to treat me. Two years ago, things slowly changed. The once sweet and caring Travis was replaced by someone cold as ice.

Regardless, he poured all his effort into taking care of me. "I don't really care if he doesn't have a surprise in store. I just need him to be there," I said, though I was actually anticipating otherwise. I had someone bid on a blue diamond brooch overseas for this anniversary. It was worth millions, though I didn't get it for bragging rights. I wanted to thank my husband for everything he'd done for me for the last 10 years. I wanted to tell everyone that my househusband of a partner was my most cherished treasure ever.

"The bakery messed up the cake, and I've got you a new one. I'm back early for our third anniversary. What are you upset about?" His irritation snapped me out of my thoughts. He was upset because I hung up on him and wasn't responding to his groveling. He rarely came home so early. He claimed it was for our anniversary, but in the past two years, he always had late-night excuses. Now it was clear that he'd been tangled up with Clarisse for a long time. I looked at him calmly. "I'm not upset. Just thinking about work." He eyed me skeptically. "Really?"

He's wearing an expensive suit with the tie loosened just enough to be devastating. "Good," I say, my voice rough from the whiskey and suppressed screams. "I want to feel something other than stupid and broken." His smile softens. "Rough night?" The laugh that escapes me is sharp and jagged. "You could say that. It's my anniversary. Three years of marriage. I just caught my husband fucking another woman in the hotel where he proposed to me. Oh, and he didn't stop when I walked in. He finished while looking at me."

“ Then it's fine. So be it.” “ But know this. You'll always be mine and I'll never stop chasing you, even if I have to run to the very ends of the fucking universe. I'll find you, claim you and make you mine.” He grovelled, his voice cold. “ And if I'm married and happy?” I wasn't curious to find out what he would do but yet I asked. “ Then you'll find out just how psychotic I can be.” _____ The morning approached quickly, the rays of sunshine slithering through the slightly parted windows, the morning breeze brushed my skin, making me open my eyes weakly. Right, I needed to prepare some tea for Harrison.

He agreed to marry me, only to stand me up on the day of our registration and instead marry Whitney. He let her take everything from me. Now that I had nothing left, including my own life, he was still telling me to be understanding. How ridiculous. I calmly handed him the gift. “Congratulations on your marriage.” Inside was a women’s watch he bought for me ten years ago, when he confessed his love and spent everything he had on me. It cost over a thousand dollars, an unimaginable sum for us back when we could barely afford food. I once believed it was the symbol of our love and had kept it carefully all this time.

He barely even looked at me anymore. And I wasn’t stupid enough not to notice the changes in him. I noticed the lipstick stains on his shirts, the feminine perfume all over him, the used condoms in his pocket, and the late nights he never explained. I just… didn’t have the strength to fight. Today was our anniversary. All I wanted was to see him, even for a few minutes—to feel my husband's love. That was why I was in such a hurry. In less than ten minutes, I arrived at the office. I adjusted my skirt and held the gift I had bought as I took a deep breath and headed out.

I asked him. "I just had dinner, what you ate. I told grandpa that I will come but I will be late beyond time and look, I'm here at midnight," He contended making me smile. "But I have a lot of work, so I have to go back tomorrow," He acknowledged me. He must go, can understand. He is here only for me, that's important. I found my heaven and soon I drifted in a deep slumber in his arms. I thought, " I'm hiding this from you but this will be the best anniversary gift, Mr Husband."