PART 11.
My Desires
(A story inspired by a true life event)
©Judytex_Stories.
They say there’s a time for everything, a time to indulge
in desires, and a time to face their consequences. Little
did I know that the sins of my past would resurface, a
full year after I committed them. It’s a stark reminder
that nothing remains hidden beneath the sun.
Dr. Jane Greer once remarked, “When trust in someone
shatters, one undergoes stages of emotions ranging
from shock, denial, anger, and sadness, that is similar to
when one is mourning a loss.”
My husband didn’t immediately confront me upon
watching that incriminating footage. Instead, he
remained silent constantly reviewing it. Outwardly, he
acted as if all was well, but inside, he grappled with a
multitude of doubts about me and other secrets that I
was hiding from him.
That footage broke the trust he once had in me, leading
to him discreetly conducting a DNA test on our three
children. The test results affirmed that he was their
biological father a relief that only deepened his curiosity
regarding the man that kissed me in that damning
footage.
Out of the blue, he once inquired, “Babe, is there
something you are concealing from me?”
I reacted instantly, my expression a mix of
astonishment and bewilderment.
“I don’t understand. What do you mean?” I replied,
genuinely perplexed.
“I just wanted to ensure that there are no hidden truths
that could affect our marriage,” he added.
“And, where is this coming from? Kennedy, I genuinely
have nothing to hide from you,” I naively responded.
“Alright then, ” He shrugged.
“What’s happening? You’ve been acting strangely
lately,” I probed.
“Everything’s fine. No need to worry,” he reassured.
Nevertheless, his behavior left me restless and curious.
He refused to divulge the cause of his unease.
However, everything fell into place when, one morning,
while searching for my missing earring, I stumbled upon
a copy of our children’s DNA test results hidden in our
room.
My heart broke knowing that my husband had doubted
my fidelity, resorting to a secret DNA test. As soon as
he returned from the bathroom, I confronted him.
“Do you mind explaining this?” I asked, holding up the
paper.
“And, what’s that in your hand?” he inquired,
approaching me.
“These are the DNA test results of our three children…”
“…Oh, that?” He casually interrupted, as if it were
inconsequential.
“Kennedy, why on earth would you do something like
this, as if questioning my fidelity?” I exclaimed in anger.
“Speaking of fidelity, have you been faithful to me?” He
asked and I gulped caught off guard and unable to find
the right words to say.
“What?!,” I finally managed to exclaim.
“Recently, your fidelity has become questionable, and I
needed to confirm that you had not lied about me
being the father of our children, just as you’ve lied
about other things,” he said, causing me to stare at him
in shock and confusion.
“Wait, what is this about? What exactly are you
saying?” I asked now in a calm tone with my heart
racing.
He went to his laptop, which was on the bedside
cabinet, unlocked it, and began searching for something.
Then, he approached me and showed me the laptop
screen.
“Here, how about you explain this to me first?” he said,
playing the video.
I looked at the screen and gasped, covering my mouth
in shock, upon realizing it was footage from the day
Daniel had kissed me at my shop, and I had failed to
resist him.
“Surprised? I suppose this clarifies my recent
suspicions,” he said, returning the laptop to its original
position.
“How… did… You get this video?” I stammered, my
body trembling.
“So, you’ve suddenly lost your voice? Ever since I
watched that footage, I’ve been trying so hard to
dismiss the idea of my wife sharing a kiss with another
guy, but what I can’t dismiss is the suspicions that there
might be more that happened between you two that I
don’t know. So, I’ll ask again, is there something you
would like to confess?” he asked crossing his arms with
a stern expression.
“Babe, I’m sorry,” I sobbed, falling to my knees.
“Vivian,” he addressed me by name for the first time
since our marriage. “I asked a question, and I need an
answer. Let me rephrase it: Who is that guy? Is there
something more between you two?” he pressed.
“Babe, the truth is, I’ve cut all ties with him. He was
just someone who had a crush on me,” I lied
convincingly.
“Really? Yet, he somehow managed to kiss you in your
shop? a married woman for that matter. Does that
even make sense to you? What’s worse is that you
concealed it from me all this time, and what’s even
more suspicious is that I watched that footage again
and again and there was no moment when you pulled
away from him. Your reaction to the kiss proved that it
wasn’t a one-sided affection thing. It appeared to be
more of a mutual kiss between two people who
already had something going on,” he argued.
“Ah! Babe, please, trust me…”
“Trust you?” He scoffed, cutting me off. “I’m afraid
you’ve shattered the trust that bound us together. And
if you want to remain in this marriage then it’s best you
come clean and tell me the entire truth that I need to
know,” he declared.
For days, my husband’s behavior toward me changed,
and I attempted to mend what I had broken by
apologizing and reassuring him that my involvement
with Daniel had never gone beyond kissing – a lie I had
crafted to conceal another lie. At some point, he
seemed almost convinced by my falsehoods. However,
the entire truth came to light one night when, while I
was fast asleep, he went through my phone and
stumbled upon my conversations with my s*x ther*pist.
He also read my story which I shared in our s*x
addiction recovery group chat. It was a WhatsApp
group created by my s*x ther*pist, consisting of men
and women battling s*x addiction.
In this group, we felt safe sharing our stories and
healing journeys without fear of judgment. We did this
to inspire one another, especially those who were just
beginning their path to recovery.
Through this group, my husband finally learned more
about my history with Daniel. He discovered that Daniel
was my ex and that we had been s*xually involved.
This revelation shattered his remaining trust and
affection for me.
I awoke the next morning to find him absent from our
bed. Upon unlocking my phone, I discovered I was in
our group chat, even though I was sure I hadn’t logged
into WhatsApp the previous night. It was proof that my
husband had gone through my phone, and all attempts
to reach him were in vain as he refused to answer my
calls. I went to the wardrobe to discover that he had
moved out with his clothes.
To be continued…..
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