My Adulterous Wife

Chapter 2 - Outrage

I fucking hated waking. Slumber was such a peaceful place to stay in forever. But the heavenly vision of my wife greeting me as soon as I open my eyes always took my breath away, and every single morning, though knowing where she was the other night, fully aware of what she was doing behind my back, I still felt blessed that she always decided to come back for me to awake to her graceful presence.

Her angelic face still deep in sleep roused the memory of when I first met her. She was still as mesmerizing as she was back then, if not even more so. It's like her beauty increased by the minute. Never have I seen any kind of distorted picture with her looking like a mess. Always picture-perfect, always camera-ready, she was by far, in truth and reality, blessed with so much beauty that God must have punished her to live on Earth.

She didn't belong here. She deserved to be in heaven with the other angels lounging around up there in their cloud-filled playground. Even there, I bet she had no competition to her natural allure. She had sinned for being so exquisite. And now she was here. Lying next to me.

She was my fallen angel.

Trying to be gentle as possible to not wake her, I lightly brought up my palm to caress her cheek, blushing pink against her fragile skin. Tracing the curve of the puffy softness with my thumb, then trailing it along her lower lip, I sighed.

Why couldn't my angel just stay with me?

As a strand of hair locks fell across the back of my hand, I whisked it back up; not wanting to lose sight of what was the most majestic radiance I was lucky to be bequeathed with.

I could lay here all day, just watch her until I see her fluttering eyelids open, meet the grey hue of her eyes that was such a rare feature to all her glory, then be grateful as she'd bestow on me the loveliest smile I had ever beheld in my entire life. I'd end up showering her with kisses, taking in her presence and just drowning in it, silently thanking God for making her fall into my arms.

This was how so lost I was with her. My life was all about her. All I wanted was her. To have her with me. To make her happy for the rest of her life, until death do us part…

Remembering our vows that she now so unmistakably broke, something snapped within me and with an abrupt rush, I sat up. Terrified that I had awakened the sleeping beauty, I looked to my right. Through relieved to find her still asleep, everything suddenly came back to me. The past months, her behaviour, the lies and deceit… and him.

Amidst the turmoil of mixed feelings, anger rose up, and with it, I left our chamber. Being in the same room with her was like suffocating from the harsh cruelty of her beauty.

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Forcing my heavy eyes open, I was greeted with the breathtaking view of falling rain, the first unwanted rain on this November morning. Stretching underneath the thick, soft blanket surrounding me in pure fluff, a smile crossed my face. It felt like today was going to be a good day.

Turning to face my husband, my smile instantly faded upon finding his side already vacant. The past few days, Kabir's been distancing himself from me. That's how I figured he already found out about my adulterous behaviour.

Sighing in defeat, I made my way to my bath and a few minutes later, as I sat in front of my vanity mirror and proceeded to smear make-up on my self-inflicted wound last night to conceal the ugly cut on my forearm, Kabir's voice coming from the doorway startled me, my body jumping, my hands clutching so tightly onto the edge of the table.

"You're awake."

Quickly trying to hide the half-concealed mark on my arm, I turned around to face him, a perfect smile plastered on my face.