IwaOi oneshots

I cheated

Category: Angst
(So I'm trying something new this chapter. I'm going to be writing in first person, and it will be Iwaizumi's POV. Also, I'm trying out a new writing style I guess? Let me know if you like this one better. Enjoy :).)

Edit: My dumbass forgot to say that this is part two of '10 months to go', just told from Iwaizumi's perspective. If that makes any sense?
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I cheated.

I married my long time boyfriend.

The first few days, I was ecstatic.

The first few months, I was contended.

But after three months, I made the greatest mistake of my life.

I cheated on him.

I didn't know what had gotten into me. Maybe because the boy I met was very different from my husband. He was wild, while my husband was as soft as a marshmallow.

I regretted it straight after. But the regret didn't last long.

I kept on having flings with this boy.

He was straight forward, he knew what he wanted, and he would make sure he got it.

I'm this case, what he wanted was me.

And I kept running back to him.

While my husband worked tirelessly, I was out fucking another male behind his back.

My attitude changed towards my husband.

I was constantly afraid he would find out what I was doing, so I distanced myself from him.

That was my second mistake.

He slowly started to get more curious the longer I spent away from home.

He would always be watching me from the side of his eye, looking at what I was doing.

It pissed me off.

I knew it was my own fault, that I was to blame, but I was still pissed.

We slowly stoped having our time together.

I spent more time out of the house then I did in.

We didn't even sleep in the same bed any more.

I knew that I was slowly losing him, but a part of me didn't care.

A part of me wanted to lose him faster.

I guess you could say that I liked a chase, and my 'husband' was just to easy.

The male gave a chase. He was never easy, and he was hard to please.

But that sparked an interest in me.

It made me like him even more.

But I liked my husband even less day by day.

But I never chose to leave him.

I knew I should, but I didn't. I couldn't.

He was the only person who had ever loved me for me, and losing him would be like losing the world.

But I didn't love him anymore. And I hated living in a lie.

So, at dinner one day, I confessed.

I told him that I had been going behind his back for months. That I didn't love him anymore, but that I didn't want to lose him.

I told him that I cheated.

The look I'm his eyes shattered my heart.

He looked so betrayed, so hurt.

And I knew, again, that I was to blame.

He told me to get out, and I just nodded. I packed my stuff and left.

And only as I closed the door to the house we had previously shared, did it dawn on me how hard I had messed up.

But I got what I deserved.

Because a cheater never wins.