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One Shot: Irreparably Broken
I close my eyes and I see them all over again.
The images refuse to leave me, all I could see was my husband and another woman as they walked hand in hand and shared kisses freely. If one looked at them, they'd assume they were in love and they wouldn't assume they were cheating.
The vows and promises echoed, I recalled the day my husband had knelt down in front of me promising to love me in front of our families and proposed to me.
Did he not promise to remain faithful and love me until our last breath?
How long had he been doing this behind my back? How long had he played me?
I pace our bedroom, my eyes drawn to our bed and I feel my heart shredding in pieces.
The thought of my husband taking another woman into his arms and making love to her kills something within me, I inhale deeply feeling as if I was going to stop breathing if I didn't suck in air.
Tears pooled my eyes as the image of him kissing another woman flashed before me once again reminding me my husband had touched another intimately.
I turn around pushing away the curtains unlocking the balcony doors and step outside, the room where I'd often come in and found solace in was now making me feel claustrophobic. I needed some fresh air.
My husband's excuses now seemed to make sense, the excuses of working late and having to travel out of town even more all seemed to make sense. I had questioned the sudden changes to his schedule, but he'd waved it off nonchalantly explaining its business and the Christmas season rush. I'd believed him.
I didn't have any reason to doubt my husband, he'd return home pressing a kiss to my forehead before freshening up and joining me for dinner.
However, he'd stopped coming close to me. He'd simply state he was tired and turn onto his side and sleep.
The other woman was the reason for my husband distancing himself from me, it'd been... almost 2 months since he had made a move and made love to me.
I calculate mentally and realise it was nearly 2 months ago he'd come up with excuses and stayed away from home.
How had these distances come between us?
What had caused my husband to turn to another woman? Was I not enough? Had I lacked somewhere? Where had I lacked?
The unanswered questions were burning me and my husband wasn't home yet.
Was he with her? Was he making love to her as I stand here with my heart shredded into pieces? I return inside moving to where I'd placed my phone and dial his number.
It rings continuously then eventually goes to voicemail, I attempt once more and it goes to voicemail once again.
The phone drops from my hand, the thoughts of my husband making love to another woman consumes my entire being.
Something within me aches, I feel as if someone had pulled out my heart from my chest and trampled all over it. The worse thing was it was my own husband.
The man whom I'd come to love immensely and dedicated to my life, he'd been the reason behind my smile, he'd been my reason of living another day.
My knees buckle and I fall onto the floor, the urge to scream releases and a sharp gut wrenching sob escapes my lips as I break down, my shoulders shaking, my chest feeling compressed as if something heavy was resting on my heart.
The memories of my marriage plays before my eyes, the sweet loving moments of my husband waking me with sweet whispers, the dirty jokes he'd tease me with echoes in my ear, the way he'd suddenly hug me whilst I cooked, the memories vanish before my eyes as they're replaced by the image of him kissing the other woman.
I attempted to gather myself together but it was futile, what was the point? I swipe my cheeks in another attempt biting down on my bottom lip to stop the sob that almost choked me as I tried to swallow it down.
I failed, I felt as if my body had been dragged by a tornado and consumed by the waves. Right now, I felt as if I was drowning and there was no one around to rescue me from this furious wave.
The feeling aches and pains, it isn't the same as if someone had cut me or hurt me physically, there is a heaviness sitting on my chest, a hollowness within me.
I sit there for quite some time, I didn't even hear the sound of the car or the front door opening and closing.
I lift my head staring blankly as the bedroom door opened and in stepped my husband.
As he looked at me, he seemed to realise what I had found out and had the little decency to seem ashamed however there didn't seem to be any regret in his eyes.
I pulled myself together brushing away the dry tear stains that marked my cheeks and stood.
"How long? I questioned as he closed the door softly behind him.
"6 weeks he answered leaning against the door.
I approached him slowly, he stood there leaning against the door almost looking dejected. "Why? Why did you do this?
He closed his eyes sighing heavily, almost like he didn't want to answer.
"Give me an answer I demanded, "I should know why you turned to another woman when I was here. Why? Give me a reason.
He kept silent, I moved closer grabbing his shirt and yelled "I deserve an answer! Tell me! You ruined our marriage, you cheated on me! You must have a reason to have ruined our marriage! I shook him angrily, angry tears streaked down my cheeks dropping down from my chin. "What happened to us?
"It's not you he softly answered. "It's me he mumbled straightening up and looking down at me, his eyes meeting mine.
"Don't give me that bullshit I yelled stepping back shaking my head, "What had I done? Where had I lacked that you cheated on me?
"You didn't lack anywhere, I... he hesitated for a moment, "I fell in love...
If before my heart was trampled, bruised and aching then right now I think it had died.
I moved back and slumped onto the edge of our bed gripping onto the edges as he slowly began.
"It was wrong, yes it was wrong and I tried so hard. But as I got to know her, I... I felt something. A pull... he moved towards me crouching down, his hands gripping my knees as he looked up at me, "I... I tried, I promise you I tried and I know it was wrong but... I... I felt something else his lips trembled and his cheeks reddened as he seemed flustered, his brown eyes softened and almost looked honey burnt orange as I stared in them.
"You fell in love? My voice barely audible, it sounded like a hoarse whisper.
He averted my eyes dipping his head down in shame, I cupped his cheek harshly making him look at me.
"If you could cheat on me then you could certainly tell me the truth I hissed sharply.
He nodded.
I stood pushing him away, how did this happen? How does someone develop feelings for another person when still being married and in love with their partners.
"Did you love me? I turn around asking him.
"I did he admitted standing up.
"Do you still love me?
He didn't answer, he didn't need to, the glistening tears were proof he'd fallen out of love with me.
My husband had fallen out of love with me, the remnants of my heart shattered scattering away from within me. I had my back to him as I tried to keep the sob that desperately clawed at my throat, but I didn't want to cry and break down - not in front of him. He was no longer the man I had fallen in love with; he wasn't my husband. He was the man who'd broken my heart. I clench my fist to my sides biting down on my lip, pain coursed through me as the coppery taste of blood touched my tongue.
"I'm sorry, Pooja Aditya apologised, I remained standing there staring at the blank wall hearing his footsteps moving away and the door closing behind me.
Black spots flashed in my vision, my body quivered as my legs gave away and I fell onto the floor feeling my body broken irreparably.
My husband had fallen in love with another woman...
Okay, so this was more of a Pooja-Aditya OS
If you're curious, he fell in love with Zoya
Excuse any mistakes as I'd written this 5am... Now going to sleep to catch some sleep before having to go to work at 10am...
Hope you've enjoyed it xxx
Please do hit the like and comment
Thank you
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I close my eyes and I see them all over again.
The images refuse to leave me, all I could see was my husband and another woman as they walked hand in hand and shared kisses freely. If one looked at them, they'd assume they were in love and they wouldn't assume they were cheating.
The vows and promises echoed, I recalled the day my husband had knelt down in front of me promising to love me in front of our families and proposed to me.
Did he not promise to remain faithful and love me until our last breath?
How long had he been doing this behind my back? How long had he played me?
I pace our bedroom, my eyes drawn to our bed and I feel my heart shredding in pieces.
The thought of my husband taking another woman into his arms and making love to her kills something within me, I inhale deeply feeling as if I was going to stop breathing if I didn't suck in air.
Tears pooled my eyes as the image of him kissing another woman flashed before me once again reminding me my husband had touched another intimately.
I turn around pushing away the curtains unlocking the balcony doors and step outside, the room where I'd often come in and found solace in was now making me feel claustrophobic. I needed some fresh air.
My husband's excuses now seemed to make sense, the excuses of working late and having to travel out of town even more all seemed to make sense. I had questioned the sudden changes to his schedule, but he'd waved it off nonchalantly explaining its business and the Christmas season rush. I'd believed him.
I didn't have any reason to doubt my husband, he'd return home pressing a kiss to my forehead before freshening up and joining me for dinner.
However, he'd stopped coming close to me. He'd simply state he was tired and turn onto his side and sleep.
The other woman was the reason for my husband distancing himself from me, it'd been... almost 2 months since he had made a move and made love to me.
I calculate mentally and realise it was nearly 2 months ago he'd come up with excuses and stayed away from home.
How had these distances come between us?
What had caused my husband to turn to another woman? Was I not enough? Had I lacked somewhere? Where had I lacked?
The unanswered questions were burning me and my husband wasn't home yet.
Was he with her? Was he making love to her as I stand here with my heart shredded into pieces? I return inside moving to where I'd placed my phone and dial his number.
It rings continuously then eventually goes to voicemail, I attempt once more and it goes to voicemail once again.
The phone drops from my hand, the thoughts of my husband making love to another woman consumes my entire being.
Something within me aches, I feel as if someone had pulled out my heart from my chest and trampled all over it. The worse thing was it was my own husband.
The man whom I'd come to love immensely and dedicated to my life, he'd been the reason behind my smile, he'd been my reason of living another day.
My knees buckle and I fall onto the floor, the urge to scream releases and a sharp gut wrenching sob escapes my lips as I break down, my shoulders shaking, my chest feeling compressed as if something heavy was resting on my heart.
The memories of my marriage plays before my eyes, the sweet loving moments of my husband waking me with sweet whispers, the dirty jokes he'd tease me with echoes in my ear, the way he'd suddenly hug me whilst I cooked, the memories vanish before my eyes as they're replaced by the image of him kissing the other woman.
I attempted to gather myself together but it was futile, what was the point? I swipe my cheeks in another attempt biting down on my bottom lip to stop the sob that almost choked me as I tried to swallow it down.
I failed, I felt as if my body had been dragged by a tornado and consumed by the waves. Right now, I felt as if I was drowning and there was no one around to rescue me from this furious wave.
The feeling aches and pains, it isn't the same as if someone had cut me or hurt me physically, there is a heaviness sitting on my chest, a hollowness within me.
I sit there for quite some time, I didn't even hear the sound of the car or the front door opening and closing.
I lift my head staring blankly as the bedroom door opened and in stepped my husband.
As he looked at me, he seemed to realise what I had found out and had the little decency to seem ashamed however there didn't seem to be any regret in his eyes.
I pulled myself together brushing away the dry tear stains that marked my cheeks and stood.
"How long? I questioned as he closed the door softly behind him.
"6 weeks he answered leaning against the door.
I approached him slowly, he stood there leaning against the door almost looking dejected. "Why? Why did you do this?
He closed his eyes sighing heavily, almost like he didn't want to answer.
"Give me an answer I demanded, "I should know why you turned to another woman when I was here. Why? Give me a reason.
He kept silent, I moved closer grabbing his shirt and yelled "I deserve an answer! Tell me! You ruined our marriage, you cheated on me! You must have a reason to have ruined our marriage! I shook him angrily, angry tears streaked down my cheeks dropping down from my chin. "What happened to us?
"It's not you he softly answered. "It's me he mumbled straightening up and looking down at me, his eyes meeting mine.
"Don't give me that bullshit I yelled stepping back shaking my head, "What had I done? Where had I lacked that you cheated on me?
"You didn't lack anywhere, I... he hesitated for a moment, "I fell in love...
If before my heart was trampled, bruised and aching then right now I think it had died.
I moved back and slumped onto the edge of our bed gripping onto the edges as he slowly began.
"It was wrong, yes it was wrong and I tried so hard. But as I got to know her, I... I felt something. A pull... he moved towards me crouching down, his hands gripping my knees as he looked up at me, "I... I tried, I promise you I tried and I know it was wrong but... I... I felt something else his lips trembled and his cheeks reddened as he seemed flustered, his brown eyes softened and almost looked honey burnt orange as I stared in them.
"You fell in love? My voice barely audible, it sounded like a hoarse whisper.
He averted my eyes dipping his head down in shame, I cupped his cheek harshly making him look at me.
"If you could cheat on me then you could certainly tell me the truth I hissed sharply.
He nodded.
I stood pushing him away, how did this happen? How does someone develop feelings for another person when still being married and in love with their partners.
"Did you love me? I turn around asking him.
"I did he admitted standing up.
"Do you still love me?
He didn't answer, he didn't need to, the glistening tears were proof he'd fallen out of love with me.
My husband had fallen out of love with me, the remnants of my heart shattered scattering away from within me. I had my back to him as I tried to keep the sob that desperately clawed at my throat, but I didn't want to cry and break down - not in front of him. He was no longer the man I had fallen in love with; he wasn't my husband. He was the man who'd broken my heart. I clench my fist to my sides biting down on my lip, pain coursed through me as the coppery taste of blood touched my tongue.
"I'm sorry, Pooja Aditya apologised, I remained standing there staring at the blank wall hearing his footsteps moving away and the door closing behind me.
Black spots flashed in my vision, my body quivered as my legs gave away and I fell onto the floor feeling my body broken irreparably.
My husband had fallen in love with another woman...
Okay, so this was more of a Pooja-Aditya OS
If you're curious, he fell in love with Zoya
Excuse any mistakes as I'd written this 5am... Now going to sleep to catch some sleep before having to go to work at 10am...
Hope you've enjoyed it xxx
Please do hit the like and comment
Thank you
Anupamaa
