I am sitting in this library, trying to write a letter to my wife to explain why I'm no longer at home. I received the sad news two weeks ago. Well, that's not totally true. I suspected something when she came home late a month ago, went right to the bedroom, and showered before coming down to supper. I later noticed her panties in the hamper when I went to throw my own underwear in. I noticed something shiny, and I picked her panties up and could see something crusty in the gusset. I sniffed and smelled the odor of dried cum. That's when I started to worry.
Why would she have crusty panties when we hadn't made love since last night? It was too fresh to have come from me after all that time. Who could it be from? She had to have cheated on me with someone tonight, but with whom? I wracked my mind trying to think of who it could be. Was it someone that she worked with? I know most of the guys she works with are very happily married. Is it someone new? Who could it be?
I spend a very sleepless night after seeing the evidence of her cheating. Shelly was snuggled to my back, spooned to me, just like always, but I was awake most of the night, trying to think of what I had done to drive her away from me and our family. I fell asleep around five, out of sheer exhaustion, tears still streaming down my cheeks, and soaking the pillow. I heard the alarm shortly afterward and reluctantly got up to try to start the day.
I went and woke the children while she showered again. I guessed that she needed to wash the stink of betrayal off her body, but it was too late for that; I already knew. I had to try to pull myself together, if for no other reason than to protect the children. I tried very hard to act normally, but it is an onerous chore to act normally when your heart has been torn asunder by an act as cruel as a cheating spouse.
It finally hit me as I was driving into work that morning. I knew the only person who could command such secrecy from her. It had to be Tim; I could think of no one else that could have the kind of hold over Shelly that Tim could command. She once told me that she didn't know how or why, but he always knew how to get to her. She was never as happy as when his parents told her that he had moved to the West Coast after college. Who else would she cheat on me with? No one, I thought, but then I never thought that she would cheat on me. How naive of me.
Once I had decided that, I needed to know more, I called my good friend and lawyer, James Goodman. I had met James in middle school, and we became fast friends. He became a family law attorney, and he did our living wills, powers of attorney, and set up the college funds for our children's future, as a favor to me.
"How are you, Jim?"
"How the heck are you, Rob? Are you just touching base since I haven't heard from you in a while, or is there trouble brewing and you needing my expert assistance?"
"It's the latter this time, Jim. I think that Shelly is cheating on me, and I think I know who with, as well."
I explained my discovery and my concerns. I gave him some background about Shelly and Timothy Dorsett. I asked if he knew of a good PI that I could contact; someone discrete, but very thorough. He said he had just the man and he would let me know.
"Please let me handle everything, Rob; you just try to keep it together long enough for me to find out what's really going on. Can you promise me that much?"
"This is probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do, Jim. I can't promise anything, but I'll try, and I owe you big on this one, Jim."
"Not hardly; I still owe you plenty after what you did for me and my family out at Hamilton Pool that day."
"Can't you ever forget about that, Jim? I just did what anyone else would do, I didn't do anything special."
"Nothing special; you were the only one who dove off that cliff to save my stupid sister when she hit the rocks by diving in the wrong spot. If you hadn't acted as quickly as you did, she would have drowned before any of us could have gotten to her. I don't think we can ever be even after that. Now you just hold it together for a few more days, Rob, and I'll get everything I can on this Timothy and Shelly. Call me anytime you need to talk, and I mean that. Now let me get to work and you go chill."
"Thanks, Jim, I'll try."
I sat at my desk, holding my head in my hands, and finally let loose. I cried like a baby; I couldn't help it. I love Shelly so much; she and our children are my life. How could I go on without her? I would have to try. I'm sure that the courts would take the children away from me if I tried to keep them. They are still very biased toward the woman, even today. The courts a man will throw him in jail if doesn't pay child support or alimony, which I think is stupid. How can a man repay the ex if he is in jail and not working? It makes no damn sense at all. Turn it around though, and the courts do nothing if the ex-wife isn't paying. Sure you can go back to court, pay all that extra money for the lawyers, court costs, and all they might do is issue a judgment and it dies there. It's so unfair.
After an hour of feeling sorry for myself, Amy Prior, my PA, buzzed me with a problem that needed my attention. I said I would get right on it and went into the restroom down the hall, washed my face, and tried to do what I knew best; work and solve problems.
My name is Robert Sampson, and I'm 36 years old, six-one, and about 195 lbs now. I try to keep fit with exercise and martial arts. I have dark brown hair that is starting to turn a little grey at the temples. I'm the IT manager for my company, and the next step up is Director of Data Services, but that as far as I'll go. We live comfortably. Shelly is also 36, about five-seven, and 110 lbs. She has a slight middle-age belly pooch that some women get after three children and many years of marriage, but she is as beautiful to me now as the day I met her.
Shelly was such a lonely girl when I first met her in college. She had thrown herself into her studies so that her parents' hard-earned money wouldn't be wasted, but she was heartbroken. She had let her appearance go, and she dressed like an urchin. No makeup, no fancy dresses, just jeans and big blouses or baggy shirts. Her hair was dirty and unkempt when I first saw her in the library. She almost stank with body odor, and yet I saw something inside of her that I loved. Something I could cherish if it was brought to the surface.
From that day on, I felt I had to help her become the beautiful woman I could see hiding inside that tough outer shell. I could see the vulnerable treasure inside. I kept trying to talk to her. I followed her almost everywhere, and she finally relented to talk to me. She slowly came out of her shell during that semester, and I thought that she saw a light at the end of the tunnel of despair that she was encased in. Shelly is much as she was when we met, well except for her hygiene, demeanor, and dress. The beauty that I saw inside her is now shining out so everyone can see what I saw that day.
But back to then; she finally relented to a date; more to get rid of me than for any other reason, I think. I was the happiest and proudest man in the world to have her on my arm. True, she had not convinced herself that she was beautiful yet, but I didn't care. She went out with me, and I rejoiced to the heavens that my angel had arisen from the dark clutches of hell and granted me an audience.
I truly fell head over heels in love with her that night, and I have never wavered since. Well, not until I found those panties last night. I have never once doubted that our love was strong enough to withstand the test of time during the whole fifteen years we have been together.
We became a couple by the end of our junior year. I knew she was the one for me by Thanksgiving of that year, and I asked for her hand in front of her whole family. I had asked her father for her hand earlier in the day, and he gladly granted it. He did warn me about Timothy, but I dismissed it as past history since he was out of the picture.
I knew nothing of her love for Timothy, and she never said anything until after I asked her to marry me. When we got back to the dorm on Friday, she explained how long she and Tim were together, about the breakup, and I rejoiced that he was now a part of her past. I now know that was a wrong decision on my part.
When we wed after graduation, I was sure that there was never a man as happy as I was. I had the love of my life, someone I just knew would be with me forever, and we could grow old together watching our children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren grow up to be great people.
We both were able to get great jobs in our fields; Shelly as an accountant, and later a CPA, at Harris and Associates. I found my niche in computers, working for Saunders Manufacturing. We were blessed with our son, Robert Junior, a year after we were married. We had Stephanie two years later, and Jason came along five years after that. She said that was enough, and we decided to have her tubes tied. I was more than willing to undergo the knife rather than her, but she insisted that she would get it done since they were going to be there in the vicinity anyway. I now wonder if she somehow knew what would come later and wanted to be prepared.
The years have been kind to us, and here we are both successful in our fields; her as chief accountant at Harris, and me as the IT manager at Saunders, but now comes the part I hate. Shelly started traveling about a year ago, and I think that she met Tim again on one of her trips. That's the only explanation I could come up with.
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