Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
When Rachel lost her no-good husband to another woman, she endured the pain of betrayal like anyone else would, but it didn’t take her long to look at the bright side. What had she lost after all? A husband and father who barely spared a moment for his wife and kids? Good riddance.
She was all set to do it alone, no matter how hard it proved to be, but that was before her husband’s best friend stepped in to help her carry the load.
When Doug left his wife for his new hot girlfriend he expected her to put up a fight. He was pleasantly surprised and relieved when she let him go without too much fuss. But little did he know that things would take a drastic turn when his best friend decided to pick up his slack.
Jacob had always had a thing for Rachel. In fact, the night she met Doug, he had been the one to see her first and point her out to his friend, who made the first move. Now that Doug was out of the picture, the wealthy businessman saw no reason not to make his move.
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“What did she say?”
“She said, okay.”
“That’s great, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s great. I can’t believe how easy it was. I thought for sure she’d make a fuss.” Why didn’t she make a fuss? She seemed almost like she didn’t care. How could that be?
I was always the love of her life. We were happy; our life was the envy of everyone we knew. So why is she being so blasé about me cheating? I looked over at my affair partner as she drove us back to her place.
An hour ago, I thought this was what I wanted. I was sure of it. I’d built up the nerve to tell my wife that I’d been cheating for the better part of two years. It took me months to work myself up to confess.
I had a lot to take into consideration, not least of all the kids. We have two. I haven’t been in love with her since about the first week after our first was born. I’m not sure how it happened; I can’t even remember when I first realized it.
She’d had a hard pregnancy with a lot of physical impairments that led to us not having sex as often as we used to. The affair didn’t begin then, though, that only started about a year later.
Wendy was the new hire at the job. She was young, smart, vivacious. All the things my wife once was before life, and kids got in the way. She went from being driven and career-oriented to wanting to be nothing more than a wife and mother.
Financially, it was doable; I made more than enough. But she lost that glow she used to have from the moment she made that decision. Maybe I should’ve told her how I felt, but I, too, thought it was best if she stayed home with our kids.
She put her all into being the best wife and mother she could be, but it wasn’t enough; the spark was gone. We still slept together and still did everything we used to before the kids, but my heart was no longer in it.
Wendy was there; she wanted me; she was exactly what my wife used to be when we first met. How could she have changed so much? She’d become someone I didn’t even recognize.
The affair started out hot. There was more passion than I knew what to do with. Every chance we got, we’d sneak off to have sex. In the office, a parked car. The best was when we had to travel together for work.
We’d kept separate rooms for appearance's sake, but we spent each night together, making the most amazing love I’d ever experienced. In the beginning, I was afraid of being found out, but the longer it went on without my wife Rachel figuring it out, the more at ease I became.
Rachel never suspected anything, which made my time with Wendy as smooth as possible, given the situation. But then Wendy got tired of being the other woman. She hated that I went home to Rachel and my son every night, leaving her alone.
And then Rachel got pregnant with our second and Wendy kind of spiraled. She knew I wanted to be with her, but she couldn’t deal with the fact that my wife was pregnant with my second child while she felt like her life was on hold.
I told her to wait until after Rachel gave birth, which she agreed to. But this pregnancy was just as bad as the first, and I had to play the dutiful husband again.
Now, my oldest is three, and we have a six-month-old. My son has no idea that I just upended his world, and my daughter is too young to understand anything.
Wendy had given me the ultimatum once my daughter made it to the six months mark. If I didn’t tell my wife, she was going to leave town, but not before coming clean with my wife and burning everything to the ground.
It was kind of liberating having her make the choice for me. On the one hand, I could lose her, and my wife and kids, or I could just lose my wife and kids and keep her. I chose the latter; it was the right thing to do. It’s what I wanted.
So why do I feel so hollow? Why does it feel like the worst thing I have ever done? Wendy seems so happy. I’m happy for her. Maybe I’m just in shock. That’s it. The prospect of starting over with someone else, the fallout from family and friends.
I’d thought of all these things before coming clean, but the reality feels different, and it’s all because of Rachel’s reaction. At first, I thought she was going to make a scene. I know the signs. At first, she had tears in her eyes, but then I saw her look at our son in the corner of the room playing with one of his toys and then down at the baby in her arms who had fallen asleep while nursing.