Both husband and wife are workers, both monthly salary and overtime, if spending is really economical, each month can have a little extra to save.
My husband is a gentle, hardworking, loving wife and children. Our life is normal like many other couples, if it is not too demanding, it is considered as “knowing enough is enough”.
Then one day, on a day off, my husband worked part-time, and I took my children to the park near my house to play. My son kicked a ball that fell into the lake and was helped by a dedicated man. After helping my son get the ball, he sat next to me and started a conversation, asking regarding all kinds of things. Strange and familiar, we openly talked as if we had known each other before.
I feel bland when facing my husband (Artwork: Getty Images).
His name is Tam, a year older than me, quite handsome in appearance, and humorous. He said that his house is near the lake, he comes here every followingnoon to exercise. During the conversation, he said that I had the same charm as a girl he had loved before, at first sight, he felt sympathetic and familiar.
Then he lamented that his love life was so messy that he still mightn’t get a wife at this age. He asked me if I used facebook and asked to be friends. The conversation continued until it got dark and we had to part.
Through facebook, we became friends. He often relaxes what I post, sometimes comments a few cute and witty lines. Whenever I had a few lines of mood, he would send a private message to ask if there was anything that made me bored. And just like that, I gradually got caught up in those petty concerns.
On weekend followingnoons, I still take my children to the park to play, and we meet once more, intentionally but by accident, with endless stories, refreshing smiles. Those joys I brought home, and realized the boredom when facing my husband.
More and more, I realize that my husband is dry and gentle to the point of being bland. He doesn’t know how to make jokes, doesn’t care regarding my changes. The problem he thinks regarding the most is always money. But with the salary of a worker, no matter how hard you try, it won’t change much.
I remembered the words Tam said, the scenes he drew regarding a really happy marriage. He said that as soon as he saw me, he was moved and wanted to stick with me. He said someone like me deserves to be pampered, to live a better life. And if I allow it, it is Tam who will give me all of that.
The sweet words of the lover lulled my woman’s heart, gradually not only my mind but even my body voluntarily offered to him. It’s embarrassing to say this, even in bed he makes me fall in love with the wish that he were my husband.
I cheated, betrayed my husband but never thought of leaving him. It is Tam who urges me day and night to quickly divorce my husband so that we can come together properly without fear of scandal.
The mistress said whatever you wanted, just worried regarding me if my husband found out, what would happen.
I felt like I was under a spell of amnestics, and when I returned home, I insisted on leaving my husband. My husband was surprised and stunned, at first he thought I was joking, only later did he dare to believe that he had been “cuckold” for a long time without knowing it.
He said he respects my choice, as long as I leave my son to him to raise, he will set me free so that I can find another happiness. Although I was a little hesitant regarding living away from my children, but thinking of a divorce to be Tam’s wife, I felt like I had more strength.
The day my husband gave me the divorce papers that he had written and signed, I took it to find Tam to happily tell my mistress that we might be together soon. But Tam received my joy with a nonchalant look. Then he asked me:
– Do you really leave your husband?
– Real. Isn’t that what you wanted?
He laughed loudly and exclaimed:
– Oh, women are true pain. You all turned out to be the same, all of the same type of change of heart, new and old, betrayal and deceitful.
I didn’t have time to understand what Tam said, but he continued: “Do you know how strange you are like my ex-lover? So much so that the first time I saw you, I thought it was her.
We’ve already taken wedding photos, we’ve already had a wedding, but she slept with another man right in the house I bought for both of us to live together following we got married. I hate her to the bone, hate her so much that when I see you like her I feel unbearable.
And now I believe, once a woman has an affair, she is ready to throw it all away. Do you think I will love, will marry a person who abandoned her husband and children to come to me? It’s wild!”
The mistress finished speaking, then turned and walked away.
Only then did I realize that Tam was more like a madman than a normal person. He’s crazy, only crazy to take revenge on his ex by hurting another woman just because of his similar looks.
But I’m no different, I’m crazy too. Crazy, so I’m ready to throw away my family, betray my gentle, hard-working husband, not caring regarding my son just to run following what I call true love.
I crumpled up the divorce papers in my hand, looking around me, not knowing which way to go.