I Kissed My Husband's Mistress

~Thirteen~

Her hands were tugging at my clothes, as if begging me to remove them. My hands were trying to keep the clothes on. I felt that this was something that I shouldn't take advantage of.

As she realises that I wouldn't let her undress me, she starts to work her magic using her lips.

Her kisses start of delicate, light and sweet. But soon they turned harsh, violent and filled with lust. My hands try to push her away, struggling to fight her lust and 'I want you now' attitude.

"Trisha... *smooch* you're not thinking straight. I... *smooch* I can't do this to you when you're like this."

She finally stops her kissing and gets off me. I was panting, with my hair messed up, clothes crumpled.

I could tell she was distraught. Her hands were running through her hair as she paced up and down around the room.

"When..when I saw you walk through the door, I wanted to just grab you and..and kiss you... fuck you...

Breaking up with you... was the worse thing I ever did. But I don't want to forgive you, I really want to, but you're someone completely different now.

I chose to forgive you the first time. But after what I saw with Jasmine.. I can't bring myself to trust you."

I tidied my clothes and got off the couch.

"Then don't, ok? You know what? I think this is enough for talking. I think if I were to stay here any longer, your remaining feelings will only conjure up, and you'll just end up doing something you regret.

I wish you the best in all your endeavours and... don't let me hold you back."

Teary eyed, she remains silent and I take that as a sign to leave. I smile and pat her shoulder, opening the door and just as I was about to close the door,

"No Vivian please... please don't leave again..."

Her voice was shaky and I turned around in a swift motion.

All of a sudden, she falls forward, clearly still conscious. I manage to catch her, and her eyes shift to mine and I could see her tears glisten in the light.

"I need you.."

Her hands clutch my shirt tightly, crumpling it more. But that didn't matter.

"But can you forgive me?"

Her mouth quivers and she steadies herself. Gulping, she rubs her arm, looking down.

"I-I don't... I don't know."

"If you don't know, then I shouldn't stay. And I'll leave it as you still don't forgive me."

Guiding her to the couch, her grip on me loosens and I sigh, once again smiling at her.

"Good night Trisha. Good luck with everything."

Trisha's POV

The door shut slowly. Every second she took to disappear from my sight was absorbed well by my mind. The scene tattooed into my memory.

"No... no..."

My hand reaches out for nothing. It retracts ever so slowly. Tears now free falling from my face, the couch stained by them.

This strange feeling starts to engulf me, eating every inch of my body, my being. It felt so suffocating, and Vivian was the oxygen mask that allows me to breathe and live.

I knew this would happen if I ever broke up with her.

My life falling apart, not being able to live with myself, not being able to live without her, everything just not working out, despair swallowing me whole, and the only person that will throw down a ladder or rope is gone, expelled from my grasp because of myself.

But she pushed it too far, cheating on me twice. I can't bring myself to forgive her.

Just forgive her! She won't do it again. You know her. You want to marry her, and have kids with her, grow old with her and die with her.

I started to smile.

You shouldn't forgive her. She cheated on you. Twice! Just find someone else, move on. You know she has. Leave it. You'll find another Vivian.

They were conflicting each other. And I needed a couple more opinions.

I called up some friends, and even my mom (in which it ended in her being so frustrated she hung up). It ended up being a dead tie. I wrote down everybody's opinion and view, and it tallied up to a 1:1 ratio.

Great. I just wasted a few hours. What am I supposed to do?

An idea struck me. Ask Vivian herself, see if she wants to get back together.

She already said she'll leave it as I don't forgive her.

I sat up, a counter argument striking me at once.

She only said that because I don't forgive her. And I'll just forgive her! I don't care anymore. I need her back in my life.

Thank god we got a landline phone when we first bought a house. My phone was dead from all the calling. And as a good girlfriend, I had her number memorised already.

"Pick up, pick up."

"Trisha?"

"You saved this number?"

"Yeah. Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing. I was wondering..."

"Yes?"

C'mon, get it out. Quick!

"I forgive you."

(please refer back to the intro chapter, the reason for divorce of Viv's parents have changed)
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