Cheating Wife Did A Shocking Thing Before Our Marriage! 

 

One week before his wedding, Ryan blew off his last customer call of the day and came home early, hoping to rehearse his honeymoon. He opened the front door and was surprised to find his beautiful fiance standing there decked out to the nines. Black cocktail dress, a string of pearls, sheer black stockings, and high heels. “Damn, she looked good,” he thought. “You’re early.” Her shrill voice betrayed the terror she felt in her gut as her plan to avoid a confrontation began to crumble. At first, Ryan thought he had forgotten a dinner date. So, he flashed his best smile, kissed his fiance, and announced, “Give me 10 minutes and I’ll be clean shaven and ready to go.” “Go where?” Caroline was shaking as the words left her mouth. He froze in his tracks. “With you, of course, for whatever you look so good for.

After a pregnant pause, the bride to be answered, “Honey, I’m so sorry, but you’re misunderstanding.” “Oh, God, I’ve been so dreading this conversation. I was going to leave you a note explaining everything.” Ryan became even more baffled when he noticed Caroline had an overnight bag next to the front door.

She saw where he was looking. “I won’t be home this weekend.” “I’m confused.

What do you mean you won’t be home?

I’m so wound up from planning the wedding. I have to get away. And where are you getting away to? He asked. A hotel downtown.

All alone? He asked. It took her well over a minute to respond. No, I’ll be with a friend. Ryan took a deep breath.

Since you didn’t name this friend, would it be safe to assume you’ll be with a man? Caroline looked guilty as a sin.

It’s not like that. He’s just a friend.

 

Ryan’s voice grew in volume. He began to flail his fists in the air as though he could beat the words into submission.

You’re going to share a hotel room with a man one week before our wedding, and you expect me to believe he’s just a friend. I need this weekend, she pleaded. Who is the son of a blip that’s going to be sharing your bed? His voice filled the room. It’s not like that.

He’s a friend I’ve been talking to.

Talking to about what? He asked. About us, our relationship, she replied. Is he a trained psychiatrist or psychologist?

Caroline looked at the floor and didn’t answer. “Is he a licensed therapist or counselor?” he asked. Again, there was no answer. “Is he at least a member of the clergy who counsels engaged couples?” No, but he’s a good listener, she mumbled. A good listener, Ryan roared.

You’re going to spend the weekend before our wedding with some jerk because he’s a good listener. Caroline’s head dipped even lower. Her shoulders slouched, making it look like she was melting.

Look at me when I talk to you. Ryan waited until she tilted her head up. She was sobbing and her mascara was running down her cheeks. It took less than 2 minutes for 2 hours of preparations to go to hell.

I will ask you one last time. Who is the bastard?

Promise you won’t hurt him? She asked. I promise I will find out who he is and kill him if you go through with this.

That’s what I promise. Caroline collapsed on the floor and curled up like a whimpering puppy dog who had just chewed up his owner’s favorite slippers.

“Get up and answer me,” he demanded.

Still no answer. Ryan tore the mirror off the foyer wall and flung it across the room. It exploded against the dining room wall. Glass shards rain down on the hardwood floor. Caroline jumped to her feet. In a soft voice, she managed to squeak out. This is why I was going to turn my phone off and leave you a note explaining why I have to do this. The look on Ryan’s face scared Caroline. So, if I had come home at the usual time, you would be gone. No response except for a nod. Ryan fought to keep his composure, and you were going to sneak away to spend a weekend with another man and leave me a note.” Ryan snapped open his briefcase and took out a legal pad and a pen. He tossed them on the dining room table and then pulled out a chair.

“This better be one hell of a note.

Start writing.” Caroline sat down and began to scribble.

A few minutes later, she stopped and put the pen down. He waited to see if she would resume writing. When she didn’t, he snatched the pad away from her. She had written exactly one sentence. “Next week, I start a new chapter of my life, and I have to do this before it is too late.” Ryan looked in shock. His voice quivered with emotion as he asked, “Tell me the truth. Were you going to admit you were going away with another man? If I had more time, I would have explained my feelings, she answered. You didn’t answer my question, he replied. I would have tried to phrase it so you would agree what I was doing was for us to make our marriage stronger.

That’s crazy. It makes no sense. How could you having an affair make our marriage stronger? He didn’t give her a chance to answer. People get divorced when one of them has an affair.

Marriages end because of affairs. So do engagements.

This caught her off guard. She never thought for a moment Ryan would threaten to cancel their wedding because of this.

Caroline tried to think of a way to defend her actions. Finding none, she gave up and blurted out, “I couldn’t tell you because I knew you would react badly.” “Badly?” The word flipped a switch and Ryan went off badly.

What are you talking about badly? You haven’t begun to see badly. This is your last chance. I will not marry you next week or ever unless you tell me his name right now. The wedding is off. How’s that for badly? Caroline grabbed his wrists.

Ryan, please don’t say that. I love you more than anything, but this is something I have to do. He broke free.

Give me his name. Yet again, silence.

You have one last chance. Tell me his name or get the hell out of my house and never come back. Ryan, please don’t say that. I love you, she pleaded. You have a real sick way of showing it. He opened the front door. This is the last time I’m saying this. Tell me his name or get the hell out of my house. She finally broke down. Scott. Scott Jenkins from work. Your boss, that son of a blip is older than your father. Ryan screamed.

Caroline began to wail like a banshee, trying to claw its way out of hell.

“Have you had him already?” he asked.

Again, no answer. “Have you had him already?” he asked again. Caroline silently looked down at her feet. “Have you had him already?” he demanded one more time. Caroline buried her face in her hands. Even though your silence speaks louder than any words ever could, I’m still waiting for an answer. You owe me that much. Have you had him already?

She nodded in the affirmative. That simple gesture hit Ryan harder than any baseball bat could. His heart started to race violently and he thought he was having a heart attack. He felt dizzy and grabbed the table to keep from falling.

Caroline stood there afraid to say anything. Ryan took a number of deep breaths before he was able to speak. As I recall from the Christmas party he’s married, what does his wife think about him with a beautiful blonde half her age? She’s okay with it. She’s going through menopause and hasn’t been able to have intimacy in almost a year. Did she tell you this? He asked. No, Mr.

Jenkins Scott did. He said she’s too embarrassed to say anything. Why don’t we call her and ask? No. Scott said that would humiliate her even more. She replied, “Give me your phone. I’m willing to take that chance.” “I don’t have his home number, only his cell phone,” she replied. “That means the bastard is sneaking around behind his wife’s back.” “No, he respects her feelings and doesn’t want to make her feel like less of a woman,” she replied.

“I can’t believe how stupid you are defending him. I can’t take it. I’m giving you the choice. leave or get thrown out on your cheating back. “How dare you call me that?” she demanded angrily. “What would you call an engaged woman who has an affair with a married man?” he asked. No response. She turned away from him and began muttering under her breath. “I have one more question before you leave.” “Why were you going to spend the weekend with another man?” She finally spoke. “This is all your fault, you know.

My fault. What the hell are you talking about? He asked.

When we started to get serious, you admitted you had intimacy with three girls before me. You were the only man I ever had intimacy with. I told you it didn’t matter, but after talking about it with Scott, it started to eat at me, and I knew eventually I would cheat on you to even things up. Scott said, “If our marriage is to succeed, we must enter it as equals.” He said I had to do this now because I told him you always said you would never stay married to a woman who cheated on you. We’re not married so I would even the score. Then I would never cheat on you after we are married. What are you insane? That was before I met you. I have been 100% faithful since our first date. Ryan rambled on. So you staked our whole future on nonsense spewed by an old guy who wanted a girl half his age. No, it’s not like that. I mean, yes, we talked about it. He made me see how unfair it was to me, but he never tried to manipulate me, she replied. So, it never occurred to you that he had a vested interest in getting you to even things up.

No, it wasn’t like that. He only wanted to help us, she replied.

Humor me. What exactly did the good listener say that would help us? He asked. He didn’t say much, but he helped me think things out. He made me realize I’m entitled to have intimacy with three different men so we can enter our marriage as equals.

Entitled? What a croc of nonsense. Ryan screamed.

Ryan, I enjoyed having love with a different man, but I love you so much, I’m willing to settle for one. Caroline foolishly smirked like she had played a trump card. Settle for one? Ryan stared her down. If this wasn’t so pathetic, I would laugh. I’m so confused. It made so much sense when Scott explained it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she answered. You’re right. It was supposed to be you and me together forever.

Faithful unto each other. Ryan looked like he was going to lose it. So, how did you think I would react when I found out you were being loved by your boss?

No, you’re twisting everything around, she replied.