Definition:
Realization[noun]: an act of becoming fully aware of something as a fact.^•^
I don't know what happen but eventually I found myself going to bed alone, cold and scared, and waking up alone.
You stopped coming home completely. There's no call, no text messages. I tried calling you. I really did. But you never picked up.
I missed your warmth when you hugged me to bed. I missed your kisses. I missed your breathing against my neck when you would bury your head into my neck.
At this point, I knew something was suspicious. I'm not stupid yet I couldn't bring myself to believe it that you cheated on me. I kept telling myself it was just work. I kept telling myself that you were just busy. That you would never break my heart.
But that eventually broke into pieces when I saw you kissing your own assistant in your office.
It's today actually. I wanted to pay you a visit. I was worried that you might miss homecooked meals. I was worried you might be tired. So I cooked you your favorite food and packed it up nicely. The moment I grabbed the handle of the door, ready to push my way inside I heard moaning sounds.
And so I peaked in. The moment I did so was the moment I regretted the most. I shouldn't have push opened the door. I shouldn't have come here.
Because if I stayed at home, I wouldn't have to witness this before my very eyes. I wouldn't have to see that my sweet husband kissing another woman while giving her pleasures with his very fingers. The same fingers which use to gave me pleasures.
I stood there for a moment, not knowing where to go or what to do. My whole body froze at the sight of you kissing her. Those 5 minutes that I stood there infront of the door was the longest minutes of my life. The most painful minutes of my life.
Before I knew it tears were already making it's way from my eyes, down my cheeks.
Am I not good enough for you? Wasn't I a good enough to please you? Is my love not great enough to make you stay with me? Is it not good enough for you to stay loyal to me?
Wiping away my tears, I walked out. It's okay. That's what I told myself. I'll be fine. That's what I believed. Turned out, those are just empty words that I use to comfort myself.
Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. It's my fault that you choose other girls. I should've been better right?
-Rose
The whole entire time, she knew. She knew that I've been cheating on her. She knew it all along.
But why didn't she said anything? He asked himself. That's right, she never confronted him. She let it go. She let it slide. She ignored it.
Tears were flowing down his cheeks. Is this why she had scars on her wrist? Is this why she's been harming herself? Suddenly everything hit him like a brick. Realization dawned on him that he was the cause of her being in a coma.
He finally understood what she meant in her last letter. The letter she wrote before the accident.
It was all his fault. She wouldn't have been in this situation if he just stay loyal to her.
He didn't mean to though. He didn't mean to cheat on her. He loves her very much. Even himself is lost why did he even cheat on her?
Back then, the secretary of his just suddenly become alluring. Slowly, as time goes by he found himself ended up kissing her. One thing leads to another and soon he ended up in her bed. Later on he found himself getting more and more distant from Rose. Eventually, he forgot about going home. He forgot about his wife.
Most of all, he forgot about his 2 years old son.
[To be continue]
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His Wife [COMPLETED]
RomanceHe cheated on her, she ignored it. He cussed at her, she forgave him. He doesn't have time for her, she waited for him. He no longer love her but she still love him. But even the nicest people have their limits.