His Betrayal, My Beginning

r 1: T

g, that was my bigge

ained blind in love while all the signs were there blarin

vid working later than usual, the secretive phone calls that he always has at odd times of t

elf it was just a rough day at work, tha

ld sharp end of the

. I had been standing in the kitchen after making dinner which was already set out

e late again and I shouldn't wai

that someone was at the door while

finish earlier and had returned, I doubted that tho

s and knew each other intimately. I'd only met her a number of times before, if I remembered

young, gorgeous, with a caree

aid, as she walked inside without waiting for an invitation from me. I cl

lk to David about so

I held on tight to my wine glass, m

away too quickly for me to see it. Was it

following me to the kitchen, as

ust have to talk

e kept looking around, making sure we were alone. I should have noticed why she

ed, turning to look at her after I dropp

ething cheery to something cruel

patient. I really have, more than you

you talk

moving closer towards me as she continued shaking her head in pity. "But you keep hanging o

ock on my face as I tried to unde

k her head in disbelief and happiness

had no idea?" She said bringin

y calm and collected as I took a step back out of fear trying to understand

She said as I backed up against the counter scared as I tried

d me, as she got angry and snapped. "Your husband, your kids, y

ning as the knife found its mark. I remember gasping, lookin

o's at t

, sounding so innocent and unaware of what was going on

s fine," she said, pre

out, my voice breaking from pain an

for dinner?" Liam as

twisted the knife de

pain was too much for me as my b

feeling the cold t

watching without any guilt on h

going to leave you anyway. At least this way, t

ere of my boys-would they even miss me at all? Or would Jess

saw someone at the back door. A man's face, f

g was: I wish I had known. I wish

not