Attraction

Betrayal

*ping ping ping*

I slowly blink my eyes open. I look at the clock sitting beside my bed, it reads 1:34 in the morning. I turned over to my husband of 3 years. I quickly noticed that his phone was ringing. Why would someone call this late at night? My husband begins to stir, I quickly close my eyes. I feel him reaching for his phone and answering it. He speaks quietly, but I can make out what he's saying.

"Why are you calling me?"

He takes a slight pause for a response. He sighs as he starts to get out of bed. I crack my eyes and watch him walk into the bathroom. Curiously, I get up and walk to the bathroom door. I put my ear against the door to listen.

"Yes baby, Ill come by later.

He takes a short pause.

I can pick him up some tomorrow, don't worry about it, Alissa.

My stomach twists into knots. I feel nauseous. I try to think of a possible reason as to why another female is calling him at this hour. Maybe she's a coworker, maybe it's his sister, a cousin? My thoughts were cut short by his voice.

Okay, but babe you should know by now not to call me so late at night let alone when i'm here with her...I know my son is important, I just cant risk it with you calling late, what if she answered my phone? Neither of us would be too happy about it.

Pause

I told you I'm leaving her soon, I just have to figure out how. I don't want to hurt her. Learn patience, Alissa.

I have to go, I love you, kiss Damien for me.

My hands clenched into fists, those words. My body is flooded with all types of emotions; sadness, disbelief, pain, anger. Before I could catch myself I busted into the bathroom. He looks at me like he's been caught with his pants down.

Hey baby, He grins at me, the grin that made me fall in love, the grin that got me where I am right now.

"WHO IN THE FUCK IS ALISSA?" I scream as I try to hold back my tears.

He opens his mouth and It feels like an eternity before he can get a word out.

"She's just a friend, Cece." His voice trembles. My name slips through his mouth and it felt like a punch to my gut. I could only think about the times he said my name, the love i thought i heard behind it.

"She's just a friend? Then why did you say I Love you? Why did you call her baby? I'm not stupid Chris. You're planning on leaving me? Who in the hell is Damien?"

Worry spread across his face and it was quickly replaced with what looked like regret.

Hes my son. he whispered as he put down his head.

What?

Hes my son Cece, his name is Damien.

I couldn't breathe, I stood there watching the man I loved tell me he has a son. I knew nothing about him having a child. I would bring up us having a kid and he would quickly dismiss my approach. Now I hear him telling me he has a son. I just want to break down crying. I feel hurt and lost. I spent the last 3 years with this man, I thought he loved me.

I'm sorry Chantelle, Alissa is my son's mother. He's been staying with her. I really fucked up.

You didn't say anything about having a son. When did this happen, why didn't you tell me. You know I wanted kids, Chris. Tears fill my eyes.

He turns and sits on the lid of the toilet, his hands are clasped together hanging between his legs. He sighs before he speaks.

Last year in January I was at this party with my friends. Alissa was there and she was trying to flirt with me. I was drunk, Cece. We exchanged numbers before we left and when she got home we started texting. It went on for a couple of days before we met up again. I went to her place and we talked and watched a movie. She leaned over to me and we started kissing and things went on from there.

Two weeks later she sent me a pic of a positive pregnancy test and she told me it was mine. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to lose you. She told me if I didn't help her with Damien then she would come to tell you. I got a DNA test and all but it came back that he was my son. She wants me to move in with her and I told her I would leave you, but I love you with all my heart. I'm so sorry baby. As he finishes talking he breaks into a sob.

You didn't even bother to wear a condom. You cheated on me with some fucking whore. We are married, isn't it enough for you? You don't have to worry about leaving me because I'm leaving.

I storm out of the bathroom before he could say something and grab my phone and keys.

I walk down the stairs and as I reach the front door, I feel a pair of hands grab my shoulders and spin me around.

"Cece, I said I'm sorry. Please just talk to me." He looks as if he was about to cry again.

"Go talk to Alissa," I turn and walk out the door.