"You're home." I smiled as my husband walked through the front door of our home, me entering the living room as well.
"Awe. You look cute." Mike replied wrapping his arms around me leaning down kissing my cheek gently. "What have you been doing?" He questioned as the two of us walked up the stairs.
"I went shopping... Therefore, I've been trying on some things." I smiled widely as we entered our bedroom him looking around the room at the Victoria Secret bags.
"Oh, really?"
"Want me to show you?" I grinned straddling his hips wrapping my arms around his neck.
"No, that's okay. You don't have to do that." My husband answered causing me to frown.
"Well... I want to." I whispered as I slowly unzipped the zipper of my jacket, me only wearing a black lace bra underneath.
"Care. Really. You don't"
"Oh. You don't want me to." I stood from his lap zipping my jacket back. "I get it." I added causing my husband to sigh before I walked out of the bedroom. Ever since I told him about Brad and I (which was almost a week ago), Mike really hasn't wanted much to do with me sexually. I can't help but feel like it's because I told him.
It sucks. I still feel so horrible about it. I wish I'd never went over there. I hate myself for it. I hate that I am the one who started it. I kissed him. Why? God I am so stupid.
I soon found myself sitting on the couch in the living room crying. I feel like a piece of shit. To cheat on my husband. How could I do something so horrible?
"Why are you upset?" Mike asked sitting beside me on the couch softly placing his hand on my back. I don't want to talk about this with him anymore. I can't. Anytime I bring it up his eyes are just filled with sadness and his smile disappears almost instantly. I don't want to make him feel bad just because I need to talk about it.
"Nothing. I am fine." I wiped my eyes before sitting up straight flashing him a smile.
"Don't lie to me. It's pointless. If it is about earlier I'm sorry." My husband apologized causing me to sigh, shaking my head after I stood from the couch.
"I said I am fine." I repeated before walking outside on our back porch. I paced both hands on the rail of the balcony tears falling from my eyes as I looked down at the floor. How could I do something so horrible to my husband?
"Carrie. Talk to me sweetie. Please." Mike said as I herd the back door open.
