A story of betrayal and regret: Here you will read the strangest story of marital betrayal that ended in divorce. It is a story of marital betrayal of a different kind, a painful realistic story of betrayal, followed by intense remorse. It is told to us by the author of the story himself, who is the husband who betrayed his wife, and his name is Mark. The events of this story revolve around The true story about the feelings of an unfaithful husband before he cheated on his wife, during his cheating on his wife, and after the betrayal
I am a 37-year-old man. I married for the first time when I was 26 to a relative of mine. I loved her before marriage, and we had a great understanding, and she loved me very much. Our marriage resulted in three children, two wonderful sons and a daughter. I felt that I owned the world as much as I could. In it, I have a wife who I love and who loves me, beautiful children, a beautiful house (a gift from my father), and a prestigious job.
Until three years ago, I met an eccentric woman. The meeting happened by chance at a friend’s house, where she was his friend’s friend. I did not have friends of the kind that accompany girls outside of marriage, but this friend of mine is one of my childhood friends who I have not heard from for seven years. For years, he traveled for treatment with his father, then completed his studies there, then returned again, and when he returned, he tried to bring back his old companions, and I am one of them.
After that, I started visiting him from time to time, at his home, where he bought himself a beautiful house in an upscale residential complex with a stunning view, and every time I visited him, I would find him either alone or in the company of his male friends. We would drink coffee and chat a little about this and that, but one time while I was spending... Some morning trips in one of the departments that were close to his house, I called him after I finished my tasks, and I told him what do you think about me stopping by and drinking coffee together, since he has a balcony with a really wonderful view, in addition to his interesting conversations, as he is a very educated young man. He enjoyed drinking coffee with him, and although I sensed his hesitation, which he tried to overcome, he said to me, “Certainly, my friend, you are welcome.” Meanwhile, I thought I heard a woman’s voice near him, but I said, “It must be the television.”
When I arrived there, I was surprised by a tall, beautiful, graceful woman opening the door for me. Her expression and tone as she welcomed me indicated that she was one of the girls of our society. She greeted me with a wide smile and was wearing very attractive clothes. She invited me in, then said: “Please wait for him here. He is taking a shower and will come down.” "Right now." Then I turned to my right to see another girl who was extremely beautiful, with attractive eyes, and lips like two cherries that shine from overripeness. I felt nervous, while the first one said: I am anna, your friend's friend, and this is my friend Marry.
I had a strange feeling. This was the first time I had seen women like this up close. This was the first time I had approached this type of woman, beautiful, attractive, sophisticated, elegant, and open like this. I had always seen such women only in advertisements and magazines, but on... On the ground, in my friend’s house, and very close to me, this is like a dream!!!
But I also felt a kind of embarrassment, and I said to anna: “It seems that I came at an inappropriate time,” but she quickly replied: “On the contrary, we needed company. Someone other than your friend would break up this boring routine.” I explained my courtesy to her, and said in My thoughts: Boring, so what will you say about me? If my articulate, intellectually educated friend is boring, what about me?
I was still feeling very anxious, and the tension that any person feels when he breaks a certain moral value, or crosses red lines, and I asked myself, “If my wife knew that I was sitting between these two women of great beauty and elegance, what would her opinion be? She would surely go crazy, and I would lose her for the rest of my life.”
So I decided to ask their permission and go out on my way, but my friend suddenly appeared in front of me and welcomed me, while the two girls went upstairs, so I asked him about them and he told me: “He has taken a girlfriend for himself instead of getting married, because he is not yet ready for marriage, and that he and anna are in a relationship.” Five years ago, as for Marry, her friend invited her today to go out together on a trip to the land, where they would all leave after two hours, and it was almost ten o’clock in the morning at that time. He invited me to spend time with them, where they would go up the sand dunes on bicycles (bike), I tried to refuse, using the excuse that I did not ride a bike. Before, but part of me wanted to. I suddenly felt that I liked his life. I admired his personality, his ideas, and his life. He achieved in his life what I was unable to achieve. Perhaps I was thinking his way, but I was , and I never allowed myself By being myself, as I want to be, I also felt
deep down that I wanted to know more about that girl (Marry), but
nevertheless I resisted this feeling, and tried to ask permission, but
he insisted.
The two hours that we sat talking passed, as if it had been twenty minutes, and especially when anna and Marry joined us, anna seemed more bold like she had known me for a long time. She made me feel very comfortable, while Marry seemed somewhat shy. She is silent and does not express her opinion much, so anna said to her: “Where has your tongue gone, Marry? What makes you sit so quietly?” Marry responded with apparent shyness: “Leave me alone, here I am listening to your conversations.” “And what about your opinion on the matter? I remember that it had You had a harsh opinion about this, what do you think?” Marry started speaking this time, and she had wonderful words and phrases to express her opinion. She was incorporating some words in French, so I understood that she had studied and lived most of her life in France with her mother, so she was fluent in French, and she acted In a different way that I was not used to from anyone before I tried throughout the session to take my eyes off her, but I was trying in vain, until anna said to me jokingly: “Have mercy on the girl, you will eat her with your eyes.” I felt very embarrassed, but my friend lightened the mood when he said: Let’s get ready to go out, we don’t want to be late..
My friend gave me some of his sports clothes, as he knew that my home was far away, and it was difficult for me to bring any of my own clothes now. His sports clothes fit me perfectly, and when I saw myself in them, I felt how young and athletic I looked. I still retain some traces of the effort I put into my body in the past.
My friend said to me while we were trying on clothes in his bedroom, “Do you know that your visit to me today saved the situation?” So I asked him: What situation?! He answered me: anna brought her friend Marry to the trip, and she knows that the group does not accept a single person. Only a friend and his friend can join our group, but no single person, man or woman, is allowed to join us. So I had to arrange for someone to accompany her on the trip. The trip, I called a number of my single friends, but as you know, today is Friday and they are all bound by appointments. You have come on time, my friend. You will have a lot of fun with us.”
We went out together to the mainland, where there were more of my friend’s friends, and each of them actually came with his girlfriend, except I came without a friend, and Marry also came without a friend, and therefore she and I had to appear as a friend and his girlfriend, as most of the activities there were carried out by two people. Meaning that I had to have Marry ride with me on the same dune bike where she sat behind me, and in fact it was an overwhelming and strange feeling, I felt a tremor in my heart, as soon as her hands touched my shoulder, and she was trying to reduce the amount of contact between me and her as much as possible. She did not surround me with her arms as the rest of the girls did on the trip, but rather kept her distance, and allowed herself at first only to hold my shoulder, but even this touch The simple thing ran through my veins like a warm chill. It revived my heart, which I thought was alive. But with it, I understood that perhaps I was numb or dead, and now I woke up.
Marry seemed to me to be a very gentle girl, and she was not an easy girl either as I thought. She was very reserved with me, but at the same time she seemed to me kind-hearted and very attractive. I felt from her looks that she liked me very much, from her movements and actions. I experienced feelings that I did not choose to experience. Strange feelings, happiness overwhelmed me in an indescribable way. I felt like I was dead and suddenly came back to life, as if all the feelings I had for my wife no longer existed. I felt that my feelings for my wife were just (false) feelings compared to what I feel in these moments of happiness and ecstasy. And joy, and I began to think that perhaps I only loved my wife out of habit, and my love for her was never true love.
We went with our friends, climbing the sand dunes and racing, and she would scream from time to time, challenging her friends, completely confident that I would outrun them all. Her confidence in me was all the motivation for me to do so, and I actually found myself riding a tank for the first time in my life, outrunning them all. I don’t know. Where did I get that motivation from, but I achieved it, and she was proud of me, happy and laughing at her friends because their friends couldn't compete with me.
Suddenly I found myself looking into her eyes
with passion as she spoke to her companions about her extreme
astonishment at my ability to cross the largest and steepest sand dunes,
and that she very much enjoyed the journey with me. Her words
overwhelmed me with feelings that I do not know how to describe,always forced to obey my father and carry out my mother’s expectations,
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