You know, my wife was always the shy type. When we were out with our friends, shed be quiet and reserved, the kind of woman who never spoke up firstshe’d only really join in if someone directly asked her something. She never caused a fuss, never made a scene out of jealousy. She just gave me her full attention, never once demanding anything, and was always sincerely grateful for every little gift I brought home.
Honestly, you couldve called our relationship perfect. There were no secrets between us; we sorted everything out together, no matter how big or small. After a long day at work, I knew I could walk through the door and find a proper dinner waiting, a gleaming, tidy flat, and the warmest smile from my wife. Really, what more could anyone ask for?
But, well, you know how these things can go Even with what looked like a fairytale life, I found myself craving a bit of excitement. The truth is, there was always something missing for memainly, intimacy. To be blunt, it was almost non-existent, and I just couldnt accept that. In the end, I decided to have an affair.
Well, she found outof course she didand we split up.
I moved in with the woman Id been seeing, and it was only then that I realised just how much of a fool Id been. The place was always a mess, there was never a hot meal waiting after work, and, honestly, we barely had anything to talk about.
Eventually, I tried to make things right and go back to my wife, but it was too late. Shed found someone else by then.
Ill never forgive myself for it. I ruined the best thing I ever had, all because of my own stupidity.
