Anne thought she had a "forever love" with Kyle.
But when she discovers Kyle having an intimate moment with another woman on the day of their 4th wedding anniversary, her world shatters.
This is a story about betrayal and picking up the pieces of a...
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How the fuck was this happening? My heart was racing, the air I was pulling didn't feel like it was enough and my reality seemed to be a fucking bad movie from a very cheap network.
Pulling my hair with both hands, closing my eyes with fury, and pacing around the kitchen, I kept trying to identify where things had gone so wrong.
Just this morning, I received the news we were waiting for. Starting next month, I would become the youngest Executive Manager in my division. Everyone was in awe of me, of my accomplishments, of my life. I was achieving everything that I promised Anne I would and there was not better way to celebrate it than with her, and on our fucking wedding anniversary.
So how the fuck did my life went from that to this? You just have yourself to blame, asshole. I couldn't stop reliving the worst fucking mistake of my entire existence, listening to the sound of glass breaking over and over, just to turn around and see my beautiful wife standing on my office's door with a vacant expression on her always bright eyes and a pale color on her gorgeous face.
The sound of Jenna's voice describing how that had been one of the most amazing orgasms in her life, and all her meaningless bullshit was silenced when I saw Annie falling on her hands and knees, just to land right on top of a puddle of wine and a bunch of fucking broken glass.
I went to her as fast as I could, just to have reality punching me with full force as I tripped while running, because my pants were unfastened and quickly falling down to my knees with every step I took. Just then, about to break my fucking face, I knew how big I fucked up.
This could not be happening. I repeated this over and over in my head while zipping my trousers and cleaning the cum in my hand with my unbuttoned shirt. For fucks sake.
I knelt next to her as quickly as I could, not caring about the broken glass hurting me. I actually wanted it to break my skin so I could start paying for my imbecility. But life was planning on making me hurt in other ways because nothing happened to me, yet my wife had a big cut on her hand, besides having her fucking heart broken. What the fuck have I done?
I grabbed her as gently as I could, asking again and again if she was hurt anywhere else. I kept watching her frenetically, wishing for her to be alright and repeating over and over that I loved her, how fucking sorry I was, how I was going to fix this, fix us. I just needed to take care of her hand first. The least you can do, since it's your fucking fault.
But Annie remained completely oblivious to my pleas and my touch. It made feel more anxious than ever, because she always responded to me. When I thought I connected with her, everything got worst. "You have semen dripping from your chest. Clean yourself up, and please, clean my mess too. I will be in the kitchen".
I felt so fucking ashamed and pissed that I literally wanted to smash my head against the wall. This cannot be fucking happening. Still, it was happening. It happened. I made it happen. I jeopardized the best fucking thing that ever happened to me, but I couldn't allow me to lose it. To lose her. To lose us.
"I need to fix this" I said aloud to myself. I must fix this. I just needed to talk to her and explain. And pray she would fucking let me.
