My wife and I moved to the city a few years back. It was after about a year of our marriage that I was able to afford our home instead of jumping from one place to another. Rented home never felt home to her. But still, she never complained.

We met 2 years before we got married. She was this the prettiest girl there was, So desirable that everyone wanted her. Every guy wanted to talk to her even though they knew that she was so out of their league.

But then I mean yes she was pretty why won't anyone want her? But she was mine. All mine.

I love you my dearest

I didn't believe in anything they say in love stories or movies. When I saw her, I felt normal. Nothing poetic.

Then I heard others. Even some of my friends were like " Hey the new girl is so gorgeous and hot and so damn perfect". It was about her everywhere. All the boys were talking about her, fantasising about her even stalking her. Some even got her phone no. from somewhere and tried to start a conversation. It was then I noticed her and yes she did look like heaven. One day I asked her out. We went for coffee and then we took a long walk and it went so well. One time I made her laugh so hard that she even spit a little juice on my white shirt, but that's okay. I liked it when she laughs.

I do darling.

That's how it started.

The first year of us together was like a paradise. We used to take long walks and then we used to talk whole nights on call. We never got enough of each other. After few months, she moved in with me and it was great. We cooked together and made love, she decorated my room, we did shopping for our room. Everything was good. At least everything seemed good.

Few months after she moved in with me, I don't know how and exactly when but some days I used to feel a little distant from her when she fails to understand me and my situations but then on other days I loved her more for her hugs and her warm kisses and her little gestures that every partner crave for.

It was her birthday when she proposed to me for marriage (she said that I took the chance to say I love you first and now it was her turn to be the first in taking our relationship to the next big step). I had never thought of getting married till then, but then who could have said No to her. She was the sweetest. That's how we got engaged and after about a year, we got married.

We got jobs. We were earning well. Yeah pretty good but it was a lot of work. Like a lot. When I came back from work, she was usually asleep and she had to leave early for her work. Our work gave us very little time together. And months passed by. That distant feeling was getting stronger and stronger and I tried hard to suppress it.

One night when I was at the bar having few drinks I met a girl - Kiara. I knew her from college. She and I had few drinks together and we got to talking and I don't know how but I was sharing a bed with her. I remember the next morning when I woke up and quickly got into my clothes. On my way back home I thought that my wife didn't need to know about that. I thought that it was a mistake and I should hide it from her to save what we had. But when I got home and she was there. Decorating cake for me, It was our anniversary.

Everything was so beautiful. She wrote little letters on my path to the room and there was lighting and balloons and flowers. Hell, she hated to inflate balloons and yet she did it for me. She did it all by herself. She wore her new dress she has made reservations at restaurants.

I pretended that it was the best day of my life. The best surprise. The best gift but I knew that it wasn't. Candles were like burning my skin and all the lights were blinding me. Every time she said she loves me and kissed me, it all felt like she was taunting me. She didn't expect any gift from me. That was the most horrible day of my life and I couldn't stand it. I planned to be cool and not to tell her anything about last night but every time she said "I love you" It felt like hell.

After we came from the restaurant to home, she put up some music so we could dance. It was the moment when my knees froze and it was the moment when I felt the need to tell her everything. Everything was still. The room was still filled with balloons. Everything was the same except for now she had my burden.

All actions indeed have consequences.

They may not appear at times but they are always there. Here the consequences of that night were mine and now I gave it to her too. I thought she would cry, shout at me or hit me hard with something, all before she leaves me. I expected her to leave me and now a part of me wanted her to leave too. But she didn't. She didn't do anything I thought she would. She was always a high tempered girl.

But she was stood calm. Or at least looked calm. I am not sure but I think she wore a very faint smile too. Tears rolling down her cheeks but that smile remained the same. I wanted to hug her and kiss her but I couldn't. We sat there for about an hour in dead silence before she came close to me and hugged me and then went to bed. I was there all alone staring at the painting. There was nothing I was thinking. And I realised that after sometimes later. I should be crying or at least doing something or just think of ways to make this better. Anything!

After a while, I went to bed and there she was reading her poetry book. When I entered the room she smiled. I came near to her and kissed her. And she returned the kiss.

The next morning she went for her job

And when I came back from mine she was sleep or at least pretended to be.

I don't know how it could get back to normal.

"Has she forgiven me?

Has she understood that it was a mistake?"

Her smile was all that I could see from then.

"Why is everything normal?

How can she be so calm and not reacting? "

These thoughts were like a tornado in my head.

"Had she slept with someone too?

I mean that explains how she is so calm.

Yeah, this could be the only reason." I thought.

"She is so good looking and has always been popular among boys. She used to talk a lot about that friend of hers. Yes, she must have been sleeping with him."

That's what came to my mind and the tornado stopped. I started to check her call history when she was not in the room. I used to follow her so determined to catch her red-handed. As the days passed, my feeling got stronger and stronger. I could almost feel her skin touched by someone else.

Few days after our anniversary we went for an outing. She was so nice to me. We didn't talk anything about that night.

How could she not taunt me?

It was a nice outing. Everything looked normal but never felt like normal. The more she desperately tried, the more it felt fishy. I know it seems irrational and crazy but it was my strongest intuition.

We went home after a couple of hours. She held my hands and took me towards our bedroom. The bedroom that used to be filled with passion but was most disturbing place lately. She took ,e there and started to kiss me as she unbuttoned my shirt and then pushed me to the bed. And there she was, making love to me but her lips felt different. She felt so different.

I could sense some fingers that ran through her hairs. She smelled different. Her skin felt different and that's how I knew she was sleeping with someone else.

she softly whispered "I love you. We will make it work." And started to ride me. I was lying there with the images of her with her lover.

"Did she used to make love to him the way she is doing now or was it harder, wilder?

I bet it was wild enough for her to cheat her husband."

I grabbed her neck and got on top of her. She smiled and this infuriated me more. I was going hard on her and she was moaning. The more I heard her moan, the more mental images I was getting. I pulled her hair hard and kissed her neck and kept doing it. Nothing was working. I could feel her mock me as she smiled while she was moaning.

This infuriated me, knowing that my wife, whom i loved so much is sleeping with someone else. I grabbed her neck and I choked her. That stopped all her mocking. I was doing it harder and harder while I choked her and my grip got stronger. Watching her struggle to breathe was something oddly satisfying. I felt calm. It was like a fish out of water struggling for life. It was so good. I went on and on and choked her more. The more I could picture her with someone else, after sometimes, the struggling stopped and then I came in her. In came the way I used to and now things felt normal. It was all silent then. It was calm, absolutely calm. She is mine now.

Oh, look how beautiful she looks in my arms.

Her skin felt cold so I got her under the sheets

She is sleeping since then. It must be a tiring day planning all this.

We will work things out babe. I love you babe and I forgive you