I pulled into my driveway and parked my car. I got out and walked up my steps to the front door. I put the key in the lock and turned it. I slowly opened the door and took a step inside. I closed the door and looked around at my house. My empty house…It’ll never be a home again, the warm and fuzzy feeling of having a home full of love, laughter and happiness. Now my house is full with sadness and a hurtful memory. I dropped my purse on the couch as I walked down the hall to my bedroom.

I opened the door to my room, and everything was left like it was. I slipped out of my heels and took off my jacket. My hands trembled as I unbuttoned my shirt, and I stopped. I rested my hand on my hip as I raked my other hand through my hair. I began to feel sick to my stomach as I began to replay everything that happened that night in this very room.

I saw her…in the mirror sitting not far from where I’m standing now. She saw me with Candace, and she knew everything. My heart dropped the second I saw the sorrow in my wife’s eyes. The only thing I could say to her was…I’m sorry. Her reaction was a stinging slap across my face. The pain I was feeling that night wasn’t the sting I felt on my cheek, it was Tina’s pain. She began to wail and fling her arms at me. I tried to hold her down and calm her as I kissed her skin and fucked her. She began to attack, biting my face and my chest. I felt like I forced myself upon her to calm her. She let me take her that one last time that night on our bed. I ran my fingers across the bed and sat down.

Her last words to me were hold me, and I did. She cried silently against my chest as I held her close. I rubbed her back gently and continued to say I’m sorry. It felt like she was in my arms for a lifetime, but it ended abruptly. She pulled away from me and grabbed her coat. Her face stained with her tears. Her dress was ripped as she slipped on her coat. I pleaded with her to stay with me. I wanted to make it up to her, but she never said a word to me. She walked out of the room and left.