My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back

I meticulously kept the cake I prepared in the tiffin to bring to Shiela's house where she and my husband were working together on a project. Shiela had recently joined my husband's tech company and was having trouble delivering a code before deadline and had asked my husband Saul Johnson to come over her house on weekend to help her with her code. Saul being an expert in the field had readily agreed to assist her. Shiela was our family friend and recently got terminated from her position in her previous company due to mass layoffs in tech.

My husband, being the generous man that he is, forwarded her resume to the VP of the company and got Shiela a wonderful opportunity to work with him in one of the biggest financial institutions of the world. My husband himself was a reputed member of the organisation with his promotion to VP pending in the upcoming month.

I strapped in my one year old son, Yohan into the back seat and carefully placed the cake I prepared in the front before starting the car and driving towards Shiela's house. Saul and Shiela have been childhood friends with their families acquainted with each other since generations. When I started dating Saul, he had introduced me to Shiela. I had acknowledged at the time that Shiela was important to Saul and had this uncomfortable feeling in my gut that she might mean more to him than just a friend. But Saul had dismissed my concerns with a laugh saying they had grown up knowing each other and he saw her more as a sister than anything else. That had eased my concerns for a while and when I got to know Shiela, I understood that she was dating her long time boyfriend Steve at the time and they seemed to be unconditionally in love. Hence, I had surpassed that uncomfortable feeling in the deep oasis of my mind and hadn't approached this subject even after we got married.

Shiela as a person could be described as friendly and extrovert but at times I had caught her behaving in a very vile manner. She would praise someone on their face and then when they are gone she would whisper shit about them behind their backs. This attitude pissed me off. I did not personally liked two faced people. I even caught her bad mouthing me to Saul's mother - my now mother-in-law and when I confronted Saul over this, he simply did not believe me and defended Shiela by saying that I must have misunderstood the situation. It made me cry back then and Saul had comforted me but asked to divert from the topic so we wouldn't end up fighting. Thats when I knew how protective he was of her. I guess she was like a sister to him so he might feel a certain instinct to protect her, but it had still hurt at the time. From then on I had decided to keep my conversations and meet-ups with Shiela limited and avoid her as much as possible. She just wasn't the type of person I would consider making my friend. All my friends had as pure a heart as I did and they were all honest. Hence, I only saw her as Saul's childhood friend and maintained a friendly demeanour in front of her and avoided initiating any conversations with her unless absolutely required. Saul noticed this too but did not force me to be closer to her either. He respected my wishes and was fine as long as I was polite and civil towards her. Lets just say she was not my favourite person but I tolerated her for my husband's sake.

I remember the day last year when we went to Saul's brother - Gabe's son's birthday party and when the cake was being cut and Saul was offered the first piece, he instantly turned towards Shiela and offered her the piece of cake from his own hands while I stood just beside him with our son in my arms. It had felt so disrespectful and my heart had broken a little that day. At the end after having cake himself, he offered me a little piece of cake too but I had rejected it making some excuse. Since that day something in me had shifted. Although I had forgiven him for this instance like I had forgiven multiple instances in the past where he had unintentionally hurt me (I mean who breaks up their marriages for such little things, especially when you had a kid?) but unknowingly a kind of space had been created between us. It hurt even more than the day when I got badly sick and he had left for his work like nothing has happened even though when he had been sick I had all but dedicated my entire days getting him back to health by providing him herbal tea, making him warm rice-porridge, warming up his drinking water, buying him medicines, etc. The fact that he dismissed my illness so easily and hadn't even offered me a warm glass of water for my medicine had hurt a lot as well. it hurts when you realise you are not a priority for your husband when you love him with every fiber of your being. It hurts when you know he doesn't love you with the same intensity that you love him. But there's hardly anything I could do about it.

I reached Shiela's house and as soon as I was about to knock on the door with the bag of cake in one hand and my son in the other, I heard a sound coming from inside. It sound was unmistakable. It was my husband's groan. My heart rate increased ass I felt bile rising up my throat.

It couldn't be what I was thinking. Absolutely not. I was crazy to even think that.

Just then I heard Shiela's moan and my heart sank deeper while my the hope my denial had achieved shattered. It felt like every bone in my body was trembling with excruciating pain. I was shaking my head while m lips trembled.

"No...No..." I heard my own whisper escape my lips. My son looked at me with a curious look unable to understand the new expression that marred his mom's face. I gulped some air and my mind was running a mile per second. I knew what had to be done. I know how my husband reacts when I blame him for anything. He instantly starts gaslighting me making me doubt my own convictions. I pulled out my phone and recorded the video button for evidence and pushed open the door to the entrance of the house slightly which wasn't even locked.

All my deepest nightmares came true. There was my husband in an intimate position with a woman he claimed to be like his "sister". The disgust in me was evident. This was enough evidence and I stopped recording and kept my phone away. My son chose this moment to make some noise. Both Shiela and Saul turned to look at me with wide eyes painted with panic.

I looked them with disgust as I made up my mind. This was an instance i was not willing to forgive. This was a sin I was not willing to forgo for the sake of my child. This was the moment when a part of me died. The part of me that had any feelings for the man I once loved.