I reopened my eyes. I felt a little better. It took me four hours to read all the post she wrote. I took one more inhale from the cigarette and closed back my eyes, resting my head on the sofa upper cushion. I continued smoking my cigarette, feeling so much mixed emotions.
I felt so hopeless and such a fool for believing her when she told me for the work travelling or staying at the office late when...She was fucking these over people. I felt anger rushing through my veins..and then, one tear went down my face. What could i have done to suffer such hell, Why couldn't i be such a good husband, Why did she not tell me she wanted more...
I reached for the packet next to me, Lighting another one while putting the one used up on a dish i placed on the floor. I was trembling of cold, more probably of emotional distress and put back to the lit cigarette to my lips, sighing. Another tear went down my face. I looked upwards, recollecting my feelings.
''Men aren't emotional,boy, grow up'' ,My father's voice told myself
Closing back my eyes. I thought of how many threesomes, orgies, foursomes, one -night stands two-night stands she had with so many strangers where ever she was. I breathed out loudly, pressing my eyes together with my other hand, suppressing the tears.
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Little miss Cherry
General FictionAfter twenty years of marriage, Richard Cenhelm discovers that.....his wife ; Mareika has been hiding a secret from him. What will he find? Why was she hiding it from him? How will this secret impact their lives? [#8 on down to earth out of 125 sto...
