Faithful?

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I wondered what she would say when she came home, if she came home? I really wished she wouldn't come home; but I don't know where else she would go.

Sunday evening a car pulled up, and stopped in front of my house. It was John and Molly. They sat and held hands, and talked for what must have been 15 minutes, occasionally kissing.

Finally, he got out with the intention of coming around to open her car door. He apparently had asked Molly to wait and let him come around and open her door; obviously for my benefit. I think he forgot that the human body stiffens up after an injury, then a long ride. He was wincing getting out of his door, from the kick I had given him two days earlier. He needed to hold on to the two car fenders to work his way around to her side. He finally got to her side and opened her car door; looking quite uncomfortable. He helped Molly out of the car. It was more that Molly helped John help Molly out of the car.

I was pleased that my parting shot at the lake house obviously had hindered their love making.

This was all for my benefit; to show me that he was giving her back to me; after she had stayed with him when she had a choice of him or me at the lake house.

They held each other like lovers, not caring what me or the neighbors might think.

I had had enough. I opened the front door and took a step toward John. "If you aren't out of here in 5 seconds, I'm going to do more than just kick the shit out of you! John limped quickly back to his car and drove away.

I walked back in the house and sat in my recliner.

Molly hadn't even watched him drive away. She walked in the front door wearing a fake smile. "I'm home honey!" Her attitude seemed so ridiculous; acting like she was just coming home from an evening out with the girls. I just ignored her and turned up the TV. She came over and tried to kiss me, but I pushed her away.

The only thing I said to her was "you're in the guest bedroom from now on. I'm going to a lawyer tomorrow and start paperwork for a legal separation. Eventually one of us will meet someone and want a divorce, but for now we can coexist here. You can be free to replace your lost lover with whoever you want." I went back to watching TV.

Molly started sobbing as she went up the steps. In one weekend she had lost her lover, and her husband.


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SarahwithloveSarahwithlove10 days ago

If roles reversed and it was me with my husband and if the dialog was the same, I would be devastated after hearing "I am in love with..." during their conversation. In fact, everything after that moment, wouldn't matter. I could never get over that. I would never be able to look at him the same ever again. I am sure I would be in a bad mental state and would need help from a team of professionals. How can someone focus such pure meanness and cruelty on someone they love. Fiction I know, but I'm sure worse things have happened.

This was a gut wrenching work of art. In fact, you know you have something when I imagine myself, all 115 lbs of sweaty anxiety, in the story while commenting on everything and giving my poor husband sideways dirty looks. One of these days he will take my laptop and toss it out the window., like he did to my Alanis Morissette cd, :)

silverthorne16silverthorne1614 days ago

Liked it, but definitely needs a follow-up ending detailing all the repercussions

mndhanson017mndhanson017about 2 months ago

To the anonymous that said that they would have waited till the postnup was signed, it wouldn't have mattered because signing the postnup means he's giving consent, which he did not. The postnup would have been a waste as divorcing after would not mean anything like it does now. It would still be a regular divorce, nothing else, the only downside is seeing the aftermath and how he moved on.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 2 months ago

I've read a version of this story by another author and no I don't mean cookingwithgas follow up version. The only major difference is the husband stayed and heard his wife having sex. I'm not sure who wrote it first as I can't remember the other author. This story ended far too quickly and doesn't feel finished. I'm also wondering why he kept having her followed what made him feel she was cheating? Her actions? Her behaviour? The details are too sparse. Yes she did emotionally cheat on him for years and then physically and he's right to divorce her. But the ending was just rather lame. Sorry this could have been better with more detailed writing but it's a reasonable story. BardnotBard

AnonymousAnonymous2 months ago

John should have demanded sign the preup right there with additional clause that they were going to have sex that weekend and that were aware husband did not consent , and immediately iniate divore proceedings.

THEN LEAVE. NO FURTHER CONTACT WITH WIFE TO PROTECT HIMSELF AGAINST FALSE ACCUSATION. ALSO A RESTRAINING ORDER. BLOCK ALL HER MEDIA CONTACT. CHANGE HIS PHONE NUMBER. SHOW FRIENDS AND FAMILY THE PRENUP. GET 1/2 the cash out. Change the locks, let her call the lock Smith.

DO NOT THREATEN OR PHYSICALLY TOUCH EITHER OF THE PERPS.

GET HIMSELF INTO RECOVERY THERAPY NOW AND NO BOOZE.

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