Don't Tell My Husband

Part 1

Chapter 1

It's truly amazing that you can seem to have it all, but really have nothing at all, thought Callie as she toweled dried her hair in front of the foggy bathroom mirror. Like clockwork, she could hear her husband in the room as he got himself ready to leave for the evening. There was no longer any need wonder why he had to leave for the evening. They both knew there was no emergency or late night meeting, or some guys' night out that he needed to get to. No, it was time for him to leave because she was waiting for him.

Even though she tried, she had no clue as to where or how his little affair happened. It was like he went to bed in love with her, and then in the morning's light of the next day, the love spell was broken. He was cool and quick when he spoke about it. He would look at her and nothing seemed to stir in him for her at all anymore. The only time he was kind was when they were out together, which was rare, and now, those were moments that she longed for.

There was a time when he looked, spoke to her, and allowed her to be in his warmth. Even if it was just for show, she hoped every time that the dream would never end. But to Callie's dismay, it always ended. He would always see her to their apartment building's double doors when they went out. Upon them returning, he never wanted to waste another second being in her company. He would help her out of the car, say good night, and then drive off, leaving her to see herself in.

Tossing the towel into the bin, she turned back to look at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was very rare for her to leave her thick natural hair down. Usually, she went to the pains of keeping it straight, but the unexpected storm had caused the neck lengthed hair to revert back to its natural ethnic state. She took hold of a strand while she watched as it curled up like a corkscrew under her touch.

"Well, are you going to stand there in the nude or are you going to get out of the way?" The cold tone of the man standing behind her shocked her out of her trance.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Jared."

"Yes, I know. Now, please move. Kate's waiting for me," he said as he reached past her nude form to turn on the faucet.

Blinking twice, she reached for her nightshirt and pulled it on. It was so painfully obvious, at that moment, that there was no spark or even lust between them. There was no desire of any kind left in him towards her at all. There was a time when he would take mercy on her and would gift her with a mercy hump, but those days were far-gone.

"I've left a list of things you need to do for me tomorrow," Jared stated, gruffly.

Drying his hands, he followed Callie through the archway into their bathroom, then into their bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and listened, automatically bobbing her head in obedience to his every word. She could see his five o'clock shadow forming on his strong tanned jaw line. Even though, his brown hair was pulled back, that one wavy strand that refused to be pulled back broke free to fall over his brow. Like second nature, his strong, long fingers went up to force it out of his green eyes.

"What are you thinking, Callie?" Jared sighed, standing with his hands on his thin hips. "You have a strange look." He was referring to the shy expression on her light brown face.

Half of him didn't really want her to answer. He already knew what she would say even before she finally found the words to speak what was on her mind. Taking a few steps back, he leaned on the wall behind him to look at his wife. It was about that time for her to b***h about their relationship... blah... blah... blah. He had heard it so much over the last two years. He knew it by chapter and verse.