If he paid a tiny bit of attention to me, he would have noticed I was not asleep. Laying on the king-size bed made of horse hair, my husband Benjamin was on a phone call with his mistress.
My eyes were opened staring at a white wall that shimmered with light even though the room was dark, Ben sat opposite me, his back against the headboard, the warmth of his legs reaching me through the white blanket.
"I love you," he said, his voice not directed at me but at the person on the other side of the phone.
"Me and you, in Europe," he laughed. "Sailing on a yacht and having sex under the stars".
That's what the planned business trip was all about.
I cried, tears making their way out of my eyes as I heard him speak.
It's been a year since I first caught him cheating and I am still stuck with him.
'Willow, why are you staying in a married relationship with a cheating man,' you might ask.
The answer to which even I don't know.
